"Pretty sure they're robbing me," Erik responded in a far too mild tone that did not all portray his panic and pain that the men were causing him by being so close. None of them were Sallinger by a long shot, so in a strange way he's accustomed to the sharp ache behind his eyes, but the way it's rolling off the man with the knife, he can tell that one at least wants to hurt him regardless of whether he gives them his things.

The man in question gestures towards Erik's throat with the blade. "Shut up. And you can get out of here, unless you wanna join us."

Erik swallows and leans his back against the wall and stares at Konoe. He honestly doesn't want anyone else to get hurt on his behalf but he doesn't particularly want to get stabbed either.