“Hey there!”


The name I call myself is Kizuato
Kizu if you prefer.
I turned the age of seventeen on October 9th.
I’m a guy, simple as that.
My parents nor my brother are available and haven’t been for years.
I enjoy spending time with my dear friend Seiji.
If I had a voice, it would sound something like this. [Main character speaking, Izaya. Laugh not included.]
Somebody might find me if they see my pictogram.
If my dialect had a color, it would be green. [#00FA9A]
You may see me wearing the secretary bird pelt, orca mask, and ram antlers.

“I enjoy…”
Seiji.
Sleeping beneath the Old Oak with Seiji.
Being playful.
Having a small group of friends.
The Pond.
The Playground (Rocks).
Reminiscing.
Bad jokes.


“I fear…”
The Pagan Statues.
Unnecessary fights.
Leaving my friends behind.
The “Deer Gods”.
The past.

“Here it goes…”

Journal Entry 1
“So, this is it.

I’ve come a long way since that day. I think I understand now that there is no remorse. I should feel nothing. That’s what they all keep saying. However, I do feel that I was the one who drove them away…

It doesn’t matter now! I have friends. I met Seiji at the Old Oak like we do every day. He’s still really quiet, but I think I’m breaking through to him. I like seeing him smile. It makes me… happy. I wonder if he ever feels remorse. Does he know what it’s like? Well, I guess I’ll find out later.

I never know what to write in these things…”

“Looky there!”
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