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.

night, and Wilbur took the long way back so that

Sylvia down on the couch, shaking his

gotten here, and

off a building? The clothes

marvel to himself, taking in the sight of

all the tand was so used to beauty

actually trying to take her own life? Either way, he

slowly, and Sylvia began to puke violently all

Sylvia onto a chair and feeding her a large glass of water. At last,

looked around her in a daze. "Am I in hell?" Wilbur used his spiritual sense

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