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.

was late at night, and Wilbur took the long way back so that they

put Sylvia down on the

gotten here, and something like this

troubled a celebrity this big to jump off a building? The clothes she was

himself, taking in the sight

the tand was so used to beauty like hers that

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 to wait for Sylvia to wake up

Sylvia began to puke violently all

to clean her vomit up, helping Sylvia onto a chair and feeding her a large glass of water. At last, Sylvia returned to her

in a daze. "Am I in hell?" Wilbur used his spiritual sense to cast

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