Kyousuke should have guessed that someone would call out to him eventually, when he was in a state like this. There was a small part of him that could almost resent it, simply because he didn't want anyone to see him struggling, but he was also aware of how completely stupid that would be. The fact was, he needed all of the help he could get right now.

He turned to find the man from earlier that day. Doctor something, he hadn't really caught it. He was dressed in normal clothes instead of the ridiculous uniforms this place gave out, but he didn't care enough to think anything of it. There were a lot more important things going on

"Someone changed," he explained, clenching his fists. "We tried to tie him up and shut him in his room so he couldn't hurt anyone, but he'd become completely inhuman before I could finish. ... He got away, but I couldn't go after him. I didn't have a choice."

That probably went without saying—the blood visible through his makeshift bandage spoke for itself. It still bothered him that he'd spent his time on that instead of going after Sora, but he wasn't going to waste anymore time regretting it than he had. It was too late for that.

"You didn't see, did you? It was like a moving shadow."

If they could find it again... But with how fast it had been, he honestly didn't have much hope the answer would be positive.