[At that, Mamoru turns around. To the path he came from. The shrubbery as thick as he found it after closing behind him. ]

Bodies don't just disappear. They are transformed, hidden away. At this point, I should've found something already.

[He steps to the same place, breaks a branch. Sees nothing, but once he averts his gaze, turns to hear something, and then looks again where his hand still hangs holding the broken wood. Another seemed to take its place as if prodding the back of his hand, for him to break it again. Is this what you need?]

All bets are off, huh?