"Friends... We're friends aren't we?"
Those are the last words that I heard from him that night...
Being in the Wammy's House was kinda a bore until I met him. He was really smart and enthusiastic.
Oh, where are my manners? I forgot to introduce myself. I used to be "Backup", but everyone just calls me "B" instead.
Yeah, yeah, a friend of mine called "Mello" told you about the case involving me being the killer of the Los Angeles Locked Room Murders and gave a small hint on what my motive was.
And just to make things clear, I am only writing this to explain my actions, my past, and why I despise the detective we know as "L".
Before I started the killings, I was a child with a troubled mind. I became partners with the a boy called "A". Now you may think that having aliases in a orphanage is really strange to say the very least. But it's quite normal if you're in Wammy's House, and for a good reason. However, I won't be the one explaining this today.
Anyways quite frankly, I found him annoying at first but I eventually tagged along just because I had nothing better to do and I had no other friends. But over some time, we became very close friends despite our obvious differences. He was more cheerful and kindhearted, and I am the definition of a trouble child that look like I am always up to no good.
We accelerated in our studies but in the same time, we would enjoy a bit of pranking from time to time. And other times, I would just join A if he ends up helping another kid.
Heh... The good old days honestly made me happy.
Everything was alright until 1988... The year when they started choosing who L's successor should be.