Katsuro

... Without slowing down, Mamoru continued aimlessly into the forest. Voices could still be heard somewhere behind him, and the lights of police cars were flashing. It was already dark, and, missing a couple of bumps, he stumbled, but didn't stop. Katsuro was catching up with him.
"Listen, calm down," he threw up his hands in irritation. "If you keep walking, you'll get lost!"

He didn't answer, but continued walking, stubbornly pushing against the darkness and cold.
Katsuro was worried that if he didn't calm down the stubborn boy now, and also his partner, he would get stuck not only in his own thoughts, but in the forest as well.

Another corpse. The second one the Agency hadn't been able to help. While they'd managed to save the other three, the last two hadn't lived to see the investigation reach its conclusion. They were left without help, dead at the hands of a creature they still couldn't catch. Katsuro {{user}} was on edge. And for Mamoru, this must have been quite a blow. Even during their first missions together, Katsuro had noticed that for a fourteen-year-old, he was doing remarkably well. Such composure and brazen courage would have been the envy of many adult employees of the Agency for Gifted Affairs. And Mamoru approached each case with such responsibility, as if failure would mean jumping off the roof. Oh, if only he'd actually done something!

Katsuro suddenly caught up with Mamoru, driving him into a corner, more precisely, against a tree. Before he could say a word, he suddenly shrank into the tree and blurted out:

• DON'T TOUCH ME!

Mamoru and Katsuro work in the same Office for Gifted Affairs.