[Espy]

Dante spat on the ground. In his mind's eye, he saw coins bouncing out of his reach, followed by a turkey dinner, a sandwich, a room at an inn...

"Hey, come on, I gotta eat, you know!" Dante yelled after what seemed to be a man helping his target. As if on cue, his stomach growled. No time to find my pills now... He had only taken a single step to give chase when the alley was flooded by townspeople.

Shit...I'm sure I look like murderer now... thought Dante to himself, not quite willing to stow his weapons. Two auras, one much stronger than the other, were still nearby.

Climbing a few windowsills and loose bricks, Dante made his way back onto the rooftops to better track what seemed like a powerful psychic.