As he sat down in the random cafe drinking his cup of jet black brew, Dante closed his eyes and waited. A moment later, the darkness enveloping his sight vanished, and the scenery in front of him changed.
The old table was gone, and so was the little brat sitting on the other side. Though he wanted to turn around and analyze his surroundings, he knew that wasn't possible since he was looking at the world through someone else's eyes, as proven by the reflection staring back at him.
[The connection is stable.] Said Volcan. [At the moment, there are no signs of jamming.]
'Let's hope it stays that way…'
Currently, he was inside an elevator. Or, to be more accurate, the person whose eyes he was using was inside an elevator. A bit of an odd experience, to look at the mirror like walls and not see himself but a voluptuous woman with purple hair and lipstick.
