Togusa snorts. “Believe me, you dont have to explain the type.” There’s a bitterness to his tone. “They pick their victims carefully, convince her it’s her own fault, convince himself the same thing. Like two seconds of control was too much for him.” He visibly sneers in disgust.

“If you’re worried it’ll escalate, then keep an eye on him. Best thing to do is not keep quiet about it. Social punishment can work better than one guy with a badge. Especially in high school. Dangling him from a rooftop might be more fun,” Togusa concedes. “And somebody should keep an eye on Tateyama, herself. He plays the victim card, it can make things worse.” Togusa’s mouth forms a tight line. “Seen this play out before.”