An paused for a moment, thinking.
"Well, no...that's not entirely true. That's all there is to the physical part of this murder. There was more of a reasoning behind killing Yuu. And that, is due to the loss of a sister, and our subsequent, different, courses of action.
Some quick background information necessary to this: Ai did not grow up with my family; she disappeared during a trip to Japan, when I was twelve and she was six. When she went missing, I assumed she had been put up for adoption, so I put her out of my mind. Subsequently, my family became heavily involved in the criminal art of bank heists, of which I was involved. I was the one in charge of disguises."
He glanced over at the wig and prosthetic limbs on the table.
Anyway, fast forward about ten years...or move backwards two years from now. I happen to pick up a copy of the magazine Yansin Beki at a news stand, and recognize my sister as the photographer. Shocked that I've found her, I decide to go over to Japan to seek her out, and make amends.
Had I realized that she had not been given up for adoption, I would've made sure we had looked for her...and, to apologize for failing to support her, as an older brother should. So, I travel to Japan under the name Conor Breagadoir, an alias I've been using for some time. It was easy enough to adapt him into the SHSL Hurler, for finding her at Hope's Peak.
Before I can even get close to Hope's Peak, however, I'm kidnapped by a mysterious group, and tortured for seemingly no reason. This group is, of course, the ones you know as the Inquisitores Lumine. Starved, beaten, bruised until I could no longer recognize my face in the mirror...and to top it all off, I'm shown a video of my sister's execution. Once I was in stable enough condition to learn what had happened, I learned that the Inquisitores were behind my kidnapping, and my sister's death. Naturally, I would want to seek revenge on them, right? I would want to bring them down in any way I could. And, being involved in several international crimes, I definitely had a way.
Now, you might be asking now, 'Why didn't you just contact the Beacons?'
Well, I did. About a year and three months ago, I contacted them from Russia. Speaking with Hiroki Tachibana, I learned...only that the Beacons were loath to disclose information on the Inquisitores that they may or may not have had. Since I already had contacts of my own, that could guarantee me information on this terrorist group, I decided not to pursue the Beacons as an information source, or aid source.
Anyways, I gathered together a team. All people I knew from past...endeavors. I sought a solid lead on the Inquisitores, and, a few months ago, I found it. R Incorperated. It seemed suspicious how quickly it had sprung up, so I sent someone to investigate it; all it took was an employee mumbling about how they were working for 'children deemed a terrorist group,' or something like that, and we all knew what it was. The reason I decided on a killing game here? To given them a taste of their own medicine. If this were still a group operating under the name Yukika Kai gave it, the name that still carried with it her ideals, it needed to be shown that her actions were wrong.
You all were selected randomly, from a list. As for myself, as Conor Breagadoir still? First of all, Hope's Peak likely would've been suspicious of a twenty-five-year-old walking around on the premises, regardless of my actual intent. Second, it might have been too obvious if I entered the game as myself, so I took on a less conspicuous guise. Which, in hindsight, may have worked a little too well."
Taking a deep breath, An looked down at the table, then looked over to Yuu's portrait.
"As for him? He was also a torture victim, though for a far shorter time. His sister was also killed by the Inquisitores, but what does he do? He joins them. Aids them, even. I can't understand why he would do such a thing, even now. Not that it's been very long, but that's what led to my being emotional enough to beat him with my prosthetic arm, rather than just stab him with the knife, rationally."
He looked out at everyone else who remained.
"That's all there is to this murder, now. It's all on the table."
