"Shapeshifter?" Carl asked in surprise, noticing a young boy who seemed to have yellow eyes.

"They still exist?" Johanson asked in surprise.

“It looks like it,” I muttered, looking at you.

"Even if they do exist, they're probably only a handful. This boy is a prized specimen," I muttered, frowning.

"Let's catch him and take him to our base. There we'll think about what to do with him. It's dangerous for him here for now. Especially at such a young age," I said.