Kinjo was in the middle of a text to Jason. As such he didn't hear anyone jogging up behind him. He was busy focusing on the keys. Texting was not easy. It was actually almost as hard as learning English had been. He had to spell everything out so one text turned into multiple texts. He let out a scream of surprise and fear as an arm wrapped around him. Though it soon felt like somebody stuck a thick cord of hemp in his mouth. He pulled unsuccessfully on the strong arms around him. His book bag fell from his shoulder to land on the ground. His phone slid from his form soon after and he began trying to pry them off his form. Off his face. He thrashed around trying to escape. Muffedly protesting but you couldn't really make out anything but the sounds of protest. His chopsticks were knocked out of his hair when he was grabbed and then dragged. They fell to the sidewalk several feet from where his other stuff was. The sunlight reflecting off of them a lot. The fell to the ground. He tried to drag his feet but whoever had him was much stronger than him. At least two to three times stronger than him. He also wasn't built for fighting. He had a doeish build for some reason. He heard an engine and thrashed around. All he heard was what sounded like doors shutting. An old woman heard the brief screams and opened her door. All she saw was what looked like a body being dragged into an unmarked van. She called the cops but couldn't give descriptions or anything. Kinjo was struggling and thrashing around trying to escape. He was afraid. His heart was racing. He didn't know what was going on. He didn't know why he had been grabbed.