"Chiba Mamoru. Seventeen. Not shy, but not outgoing. Kept to himself. Does not seem to have had a lot of friends. Smart, polite, well-liked by his teachers and his classmates. He never turned in an assignment late, never fought with anyone, never made a single enemy that anyone knows of."
"He was older? So why was he there?"
"He was the patient's boyfriend. Her parents knew about him, there was no great secret. They liked him and thought he was a nice boy, though they worried about how…intense the relationship was."
Another administrator, an older woman, leaned forward to study the boy's picture more closely.
"He doesn't look injured at all."
"One stab wound, straight to the heart," Dr. Naboru told them. "He would have died almost instantly. They never found the blade. His blood was on the front of the patient's shirt and on her sleeves."
The silence hung over the room for several long moments. He saw the scene so clearly in his mind. Mamoru bleeding in her arms as Ami, Minako, and Rei rushed toward them. Makoto holding the other boy, perhaps struggling with him. His blood got on her hands somehow. Then Mamoru drew his last breath and her pain and her rage became a weapon, a wave of burning fury that lashed out at his murderer and swept her friends along in its wake.
"She loved her friends," the doctor whispered. "She didn't mean to hurt them. Whatever happened to them was an accident. But what she did to the other victim, to the person who killed the boy she loved, that was completely intentional. She meant to do it and she would do it again."
The board looked at the pictures, then at each other, and finally up to him.
"What should we do?" the older woman asked helplessly. "If she can do this…And the door…What can we do?"
"She can never leave," Dr. Naboru said simply. "Maybe if we stay at the sessions we can make her understand what happened. If she can learn to accept what she did, then perhaps she can begin to heal. But until that happens she cannot leave. She would be too dangerous."
"She's dangerous here," the newest administrator reminded him. "How can we let her stay here?"
"Sessions can help us learn to negate some of her anger at the full moon. In a year or so we may find a way to stop the attacks altogether."
