Give up their valuables.

"Good," the same masked man said in confidence. "Then hand over your phones, wallets, keys, and backpacks. And make it quick."

Noah hesitated. He really didn't to just hand over all of his stuff, but right now, refusing didn't seem like the smartest idea.

So, slowly, he pulled out all his belongings and handed them over, before removing his backpack and dropping it on the ground. One of the the masked men quickly scooped it up.

Jordan did the same thing, albeit with more hesitation than Noah had.

"There, you've got our stuff," Jordan retorted, clearly annoyed with the situation. "Now can you let us go, please?"

The leader of the masked men shook his head. "Sorry, but we're not done with you yet," he responded, following by a snicker.

"But you've already got our stuff!" Noah complained. "What more do you want?"