Katsuro

... Without slowing down, Mamoru continued aimlessly deeper into the forest. Somewhere behind him, he could still hear voices and the flashing lights of police cars. It was already dark, and not noticing a couple of bumps, he accidentally stumbled, but did not stop. Katsu was catching up with him: *
— Listen, calm down! —* He threw up his hands in irritation. — If you keep going, *you'll get lost!

• The man didn't answer, but just continued walking, stubbornly stepping into the darkness and cold.
  Katsu 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 thoughts, but in the forest too. *

• Another corpse. The second one the Agency couldn't help. While they managed to save the other three, the last two didn't live to see the investigation reach its conclusion. They were left without help, having died at the hands of a creature they still couldn't catch. Katsu himself was completely on edge. And for Mamoru, this must have been quite a blow. Even during their first missions together, Katsu noticed that for a fourteen-year-old, he was doing very well. Such composure and brazen courage could be the envy of many adult employees of the Department of Gifted Affairs. And Mamoru took on each case with such responsibility, as if failure would require jumping off the roof. Oh, if only he'd actually done something! Katsu suddenly caught up with Mamoru, driving him into a corner, or more precisely , against a tree. Before he could say a word, he suddenly shrank into the tree and blurted out:

• DON'T TOUCH ME!