“I’m terribly sorry, but I’ve been told to investigate any suspicious people in this area.”
“You seem a lot more suspicious to me,” Ayaka said, knitting her brows. Then she noticed: There were large crowds of curious onlookers milling about, even on the rear side of the buildings, but none of their eyes paused on the suspiciously-dressed woman.
Huh? Could it be that I’m the only one who can see her? A chill ran down her spine. Her mind flashed back to a little girl in a red hood. She was on the verge of panic.
“It’s an attention-deflecting barrier,” Saber explained in an attempt to reassure her. “Most likely the power of that cloth on her arm. She’s choosing to show herself to just us, so don’t worry, Ayaka. Still, this smell that’s been hanging over the area around the police station... It must be some sort of incense to facilitate mass hypnosis.”
“Mass hypnosis?”
“They probably want to conceal the fight between the monster and the priest we just saw. The Holy Church’s hunters don’t change, even after 800 years. Still, surely you can tell whether I’m a monster, or something else?”

Fate/Strange Fake: Volume 2, Chapter 5 ("Day 1, Dawn")