Sitting in the control room in a police truck, Evan squeezed his head with both hands. The young man was deep in thought, trying to find what he should say in the corner of his brain. Meanwhile, the monitor in front of him displayed streets and buildings that looked like running backward. Yes, Ninnin is still running to avoid the biker monster.
"You don't remember it yet, Master!?" Ninnin was clearly annoyed. "How much longer do I have to run around like this!?"
"I'm very sorry," Evan replied nervously. "I'm still trying to remember."
An irritated growl from Ninnin came from the speakers in the room. Evan winced at that. He truly felt sorry for his partner. If he could be calmer, less nervous, and not hysterical, maybe his mind could be more focused and he wouldn't forget that important thing.
"Your partner was sounded very patient at first. I was amazed by the change in his attitude. Now, he really sounds mad at you." Anderson who was sitting on Evan's left snorted.
