Ann's reaction is understandable. It's a lot to absorb. Maruki is, after all, by all appearances a bumbling bleeding heart of a counselor whose suggestions border on the idealistic at best and actively regressive at worse. Even with Futaba suspecting him before, Crow wasn't entirely sold.

Funny how swiftly that can change.

But, onto more pressing matters, he supposes. "My story begins not too dissimilarly from other versions of me. My mother worked in the red light district, abandoned by my monster of a sperm donor, and though she tried her best to make ends meet, it... wasn't enough, and in the end, she could no longer take it."

He averts his eyes, squeezing them shut for a moment.

"So I cycled from orphanage to shitty foster home. Years later, I found myself in one of the worst homes yet in Inaba, but it was also in Inaba that I found my salvation. A boy by the name of Kanji Tatsumi saw me, reached out to me, and reported the abuse to the authorities and, somehow, it worked. I found myself in the care of Detective Ryotaro Dojima, living with him and his daughter Nanako, though in time complications piled up, between the start of a supernatural serial murder case and the arrival of Dojima-san's nephew, Yu Narukami."

He'll let that sink in before he continues. That is, after all, a lot of information.