Slowly, you reached back into conscience as you wake Up back in the middle of a bus that was moving at a high speed across the backstreets of the district ten, there was a lot of people looking down at you with curiosity others with concern as one of them walked from the crowd of people that was formed as he offered his hand to help you get up

Dante: Hey are you feeling better? We found you laying on the backstreets...

Sinclair: Is he okay, Dante?

Gregor: He's not that hurt either, Sinclair