Mob's body was shaken back-and-forth as if he were nothing more than a rag doll, but Mob simply allowed himself to be swung. But before anyone could say or do anything else, a hooded figure leapt down from above and snatched Ritsu by the collar as easily as a mother dog snatching her pup by the scruff of its neck.

"You're exactly right." The man's face was obscured by his purple hoodie; even when Mob turned to see what was going on, he couldn't make out any of the man's features.

"Ritsu!"