As he rose upwards, Wilbur caught the black dot, or more precisely, the person. A lady.

Right before Wilbur landed on the ground, he stuck out a leg and pushed himself sideways from a balcony to land on an empty alley behind the hotel.

In Wilbur's arms then was a dazed-looking woman who reeked of alcohol.

Actually, she even looked a little familiar.

Wilbur took a closer look at the lady. She looked a bit like one of Galloria's biggest celebrities, Sylvia Ronan.

Despite not paying much attention to the media, Sylvia was a big enough star who had appeared in the biggest headlines enough times for Wilbur to remember her.

Was it suicide? Wilbur was a little confused.

A while later, he carried Sylvia back to his hotel room.

late at night, and Wilbur took the long way back so that they would not be

down on the couch,

had just gotten here, and something like

jump off a building? The clothes she was

taking in the sight

saw Faye all the tand was so used to beauty like hers that

had fallen from a building. Could she have just slipped and fallen because she was drunk, or was she actually trying to take her own life? Either way, he was just going

by slowly, and Sylvia began to puke violently all

huffed exasperatedly. He got up to clean her vomit up, helping Sylvia onto a chair and

daze. "Am I in hell?" Wilbur used his

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