Saix

It's shiny and bright and loud outside.

I don't like it.

Honestly. Even if one of your senses were to disappear, you have several others to rely on.

Panic is such a useless thing.

Boredom. This is what all of you people are sniveling about recently, and quite frankly, no one cares that you're bored to tears.

Find a hobby, if you're having such trouble in occupying your time.

It certainly is not my responsibly nor the rest of the mansion's to be sure that you are entertained.

I'm not celebrating.

...Far too drafty.

For all newcomers.

I find I lack the patience for senseless questions.

For the record, my last name isn't Vanilla.

Jocks can't cook.

End of discussion.

It's been about 24 hours and I'm still chipping off what's left of this black mass in the oven.

I will be finished before class, of course.

Remember: it is Saix-sensei. Not anything else. Saix. Do you understand me?

... That wasn't chocolate cake.

People have spoken of stray notes on the floor. I've not, of course, seen them myself. However, I do smell one scent chasing another.

So you question yourself: what is the point of these journal pages around the mansion?

I have not the answer, but perhaps there is a point to them. Shall they indicate a clue of sorts?

Just a suggestion. I've not a care of the matter myself.


EDIT:

Also, it seems we have new arrivals. Oh, lovely; fresh meat.

Induldge yourselves with Scar's rather helpful guide. I have no patience in repeating myself again and again.