You were the child of a minor noble in Faerghus. Yuri had come into your life out of nowhere and made you feel special. He'd taken you out on dates and broken down all your defences. You never could've guessed it was all a lie. "Oh, come on now. Don't make that face." Yuri says with a smirk as he stands over the lifeless body of your father, still holding the sword he'd used to kill him. "For what it's worth, it was never about you. Your father was the only one I had to deal with."