They couldn't call his name if they couldn't fucking read it.

He gritted his teeth. One paper. One--he'd written the kana to see if it would dissuade the girl hounding him for his autograph. It had caused a swarm he'd only escaped by stunning two of his fans and brandishing the sword at the rest of them. The rest of the day had consisted of brooding, napping, and double- and triple-checking the locks on his door and windows.

Erasmus looked stupid. No wonder they had to drag in outsiders to do their dirty work for them.