[Sandalphon's eyes narrow when he hears his name. How does this human know who he is?]

You'll have bigger concerns than your possessions if you don't answer my questions. Do you really think I won't kill you?

[Sandalphon turns an unfamiliar gaze, callous and hateful, onto Izumi.]

My curiosity has limits. At least cooperating means I might spare you.

[It's four blades now, all suspended midair with murderous intent. Sandalphon strides forward, even his posture completely different than normal—leaned slightly forward, aggression baked into every motion he makes.]

So I'll ask again—who are you, how do you know me, and where am I?