He brushes a hand over his cheek before relaxing his tail so he can stand up. For a minute or so, he just wanders around the lobby, lost in thought...but he's soon distracted from that by a darkening of the sky. It's not clouds, he would know, and it's way too early for sundown...something's wrong. A thought that's confirmed when the darkness washes over Devil May Cry, along with a feeling of raw despair completely unrelated to his empathy.

When Dante gets back out, he'll find a note resting on Alastor's stool, written in Ancient Greek.

'Sorry to run off, but something about this shroud of darkness seems familiar. I'm going to investigate, but it shouldn't take long. I think I know where I need to check. - Alastor'