The heart is beating [Fifth Personality]

My name is Jack.

I don't know when I existed in this world.

I have no curiosity about this question either.All I need to do is follow my heart's happiness.

Whether it's piercing the hearts of those poor and greedy people with sharp scissor hands, or tying them to carnival chairs, enjoying the fireworks that bloom when they go to the sky.

All I have to do is follow my heart and look for things that can make me happy.

what?

brutal?

Of course not!

I don't think this hobby is atrocious, but if you want to ask me if there are any other so-called "normal" hobbies, I can tell you.

I like to listen to the classical music flowing from the hands of the gilt phonograph.

I love the puffy cuffs on the white Lolita style shirt.

I love the intricately engraved dark gold buttons on the front of the black tuxedo.

And this tall black top hat on my head...

Well, I love it.

I know it must be strange to you, but how can you be sure that it is me and not you?

Did you see my left hand?

Ah, it's perfect!

No one is stronger and sharper than me.

No one else has blended weapons and bodies so skillfully.

And no one can hide himself in the void like me, and no one can see it.

I am so perfect...

If you have to find some flaws, um... don't know if it counts as people not being able to hear me.

no no no!You got it wrong.

It's not that I can't make a sound, but those so-called "normal" people can't hear my voice.

I can't communicate with those "normal" people.

Of course it doesn't affect me, they are just prey to me, not worthy to communicate with me.

Ah, far away!

I haven't told you my favorite things yet.

My favorite is the sound of a heartbeat.

Deep in my memory, I think there should be such a heartbeat - it is the most beautiful note in the world.

It belongs to me.

Though I've never found it, though I don't know if it exists, and though I don't know what it's supposed to sound like—

But, it belongs to me.

If I can find it, I will do whatever it takes to keep it by my side forever!

In this way, I can always listen to this beautiful note...

woo-

This is so exciting!

Just thinking about it makes me feel like I have fallen into a huge desire, which must satisfy me more than any killing and blood.

It's just a pity that I have never met such a heartbeat...

You ask me if I'm lonely?

Hmm... If it's just about this point, maybe a little bit.

That's why I participated in the game as a regulator day after day in Winston Manor.

Seeing how those stupid and greedy mice begged for my mercy with grief and fear on their faces, and listening to how they cried and screamed when I locked them in the carnival chair.

I use this to pass the long hours and find some entertainment for my boring and single life.

It's just that the long-term killing can no longer satisfy the emptiness in my heart.

Inside me lives an elegant and noble beast, sharpening its claws and longing for unique satisfaction.

Like...heartbeat.

I originally thought that the probability of me meeting it was very small, and sometimes I even wondered if it was my fantasy.

until a certain day.

It was a day not much different from usual, and a new batch of "prey" arrived in the manor.

I shouldn't have hunted this batch of "prey", but who told Leo Baker... Tsk tsk, don't mention it.

Out of boredom and curiosity, the night before the game started, I hid myself and wandered in the corridors of the manor.

However, when I passed the room of a certain "prey"...

what!

Look what I found!

A "little white rabbit" with the sound of my dream heartbeat!

This is really... er... Is it an accidental preference, or is it predestined?

I couldn't help but walked into her room and watched her wide-eyed in horror, curled up and lying on her side on the bed.

My gaze seemed to tighten her body even more.

Can she... feel me?

It should be my illusion.

As long as I want to, no one can see me.

I just stood at the head of her bed and stared at her all night while remaining invisible.

I am so close to her heartbeat, as long as I stretch out my hand, I can hold her in my palm and make her belong to me forever and ever.

Oh, what a ecstatic little white rabbit.