Danganronpa Motives Ideas Novels & Stories

"You were right on that part. But he's not the only one involved here." What does he mean? The nervousness returned to the faces of the female suspects. "What do you mean, Dave?" Monica asked. "Monica, you were right in your deductions that their primary motive for the murder was ranking. That makes Sofia as one of them." "What?!" Sofia's reaction.

"What we have to find out is their motive. Then, only we can narrow down the list of people that can be the possible suspect or suspects." "I don't think Arthur and Harriet have enemies," Auntie Elaine said to herself. "We've handled a lot of attempted murder cases before, and half of those will shock you with their motive. Some are just misunderstandings at first but got deeper that made them want to kill a person. Of all people, a business-oriented family like you shouldn't be the one to be shocked about this. The moment you enter the business field, you will not only gain support. You will also gain competitors and enemies. People who are greedy and cannot live without money. Those who ca

Raven said sharply. “You think they’ll buy that?” Damon scoffed. “They already think we escaped from the Prison of the Moon, and now this. They won’t listen to a word we say that isn’t a confession.” His voice darkened, but I stayed quiet, a million thoughts running through my head. “They moved a lot faster than we expected them to,” Robin started again. “If only we knew what their end motive is with killing those elders. Do they want to take their place and rule over us all or what?” he asked with a sigh.

Since she already knows my darkest secret and she’s willing to understand me, why not be more open to her, right? I nod, then say, “What questions do you have for me?” She shuts the door behind her, then leans her back against it, before asking “What is your real motive for accepting Alessandro’s job offer?” I lick my lips several times while gathering my bravery to speak words of honesty. When my honesty is ready to be divulged, I respond, “My goal was to really kill all the members of The Manila Mafia, so I could save my race from getting exposed. But since I didn’t have the heart to kill, well, of course until last night’s incident, I couldn’t bring myself to propel my plan into action. W

I chuckled dryly, “that’s insane. Mom literally raised Ayle and I on her own. There is no way she doesn’t love Ayle and intending to kill her. Stop with your stupid assumption.” Mr. Brown let out a smile, not affected by my statements, just like I didn’t insult him just now. “That is also true. Therefore, our first assumption is crossed out of the possibilities.” He moved on to the next slide. There is a red line crossing the first motive ‘1st= Hate -> accidental pregnant’. My eyes darted to the next motive, which is also the last one. ‘2nd= Afraid of being left behind’ There are screenshots from some online comments.

Three months after my biological parents brought me home, I came down with a dangerously high fever. When I finally woke up, something was different about my eyes. I could suddenly see the "ultimate beneficiary" of every gift I received. My birth mother came into my room with a bottle of supplements and took my hand, guilt written all over her face. "I know I haven't treated you fairly since you came home. I've spent too much time worrying about Cassidy. I want to make that right." But hovering above the bottle was a line of glowing blue text. [Ultimate Beneficiary: Cassidy Lynch.] She was the daughter my parents adopted. [Hidden Purpose: Get Evelyn healthy enough for next week's bon

None of them had stayed long enough with the pup to be attached—and yet it had been brutally, personally murdered. It felt like chasing ghosts. No video, no witnesses, no clear motive. Doniel was the likely suspect—he kept slipping free—and every time we thought we had a lead, it dissolved. The rogues we caught swore they only received direct orders; they didn’t remember who sent them. Brainwashing, disinformation, compartmentalized ops. Whoever was pulling strings wanted plausible deniability.

“But it’s not useless.” My gaze lifted, searching hers. “It helps… how?” “Let me break it down. Think of it this way,” Dorothy explained. “It shows motive. He’s vindictive. He obviously resents our family, we know that much. He’s dangerous. But he’s careful. Unfortunately, he doesn’t clearly admit or give anything that could put him in jail. But now we have more information than we did before. We know where to dig. Who to watch. How to anticipate his moves.”

This time, it made more sense but the plot hole still laid in plain sight. “There is still one little hiccup.” I pointed out, coming forward. “The whole point of giving you a backstory to what I do is so you consider it. Testing the compelling on anyone here without a quest or motive defeats the entire work base of my ability. There has to be a motive I have towards a person. That emotional connection to the command is what fuels it to life.” I reiterated in other words so it made more sense. Roman came forward.

I see her cheeks heat up. “We should probably get back to this letter.” It’s a wonder how we can get distracted from important things by the tiniest things. “So? What do you think?” “I think that there’s something iffy about it.” “What do you mean?” “These packs are known for their antisocial behaviors, they’re not the kind to do things together so there has to be a motive. A common interest that has all of them coming together to draft such a letter.” As I watch the words come out of her mouth, I’m mesmerized. I feel like setting the letter aside and kissing her until her lips are all swollen.