palms as his nerves were exposed to the freezing air, but he didn't stop to think.
The streets were empty past the shopping district, having people all gone home within their comforts. He clamored his way past 43rd street. Sirens were beginning to reach earshot of him. The monotonous wails rolled through his head.
"A-ah, sorry!" The apology automatically escaped his lips when he swiveled around a pedestrian, picking up a cloud of snow around them. But he realized too late it wasn't a person. If his heart could race any faster it may as well explode. He had completely forgotten his own rules through his tsunami of doubts.
"F-fuck!!" Dante squeezed his eyes shut for a second as he descended down the slope of the street. It knew. But he didn't have time for it at all. He slammed into a wall as his sharp turn was miscalculated as he tried to take detours to shake it off.
He saw the barricades as he approached the source of the blaring sirens. Right outside the park. There was a single ambulance, but there were a lot of Vatican's cars surrounding the area. He spotted his mother.