There was a faint smile settled in the Swede's features as he ambled around the corner of the library. Not only did he find the novels he had been searching but he had also managed to get a few books for school out on loan which meant he wouldn't have to buy them. He had noticed a few sets of footsteps not too far behind him but brushed it off. He was being paranoid and besides, those things always seemed to happen to other people, not him. Though, his arms subconsciously held his satchel closer even with his thoughts and just as he was about to glance over his shoulder again, he felt winded. One of the older men from the group had shoved him into a narrow alley and held him against the wall, causing Berwald's breath to be taken away as an arm pressed to his throat. He struggled, trying and failing to push the other away but it was all in vain as the other men merely laughed at his flailing limbs. Berwald choked while trying to gasp for air but it only made the man's grip tighten further. It wasn't that the young Swede had no strength, it was simply a case of the other males being much more muscular. It was when he felt hands digging through his bag that his legs kicked out again, blindly trying to hit something or someone away. He knew there hadn't been anyone else on the street so they'd probably get away with stealing from him easily. It wasn't as if many people went by the library anyway so no one would know, a smart plan and even if it seemed like he was being cruel, he wished he hadn't been the one to be stolen from.