[Espy]

Well...this...is a busy place, Dante thought to himself, walking through the gate into the city. He felt strangely vulnerable in the noisy and crowded environment, where the two sense he relied on were failing him already. And they aren't strong, either...not like demons...or psychics...no aura at all, he grumbled. Steering his motorcycle to a slightly quieter area, bumping into several people on the way, he decided to give himself a rest. He'd be able to better see even trace amounts of aura afterwards, he knew.

Needing an explanation for running into people by accident, Dante fished out a tattered strip of cloth from inside his pocket, tying it neatly across his eyes. At least I won't be accosted by too many people now... He sank down into the shadows by his motorcycle, waiting out both the crowd and the headache that came with it. In his usual black outfit, he didn't want to venture back out into the sun anyways.