I jumped from tree to tree using my Rosewings as the cool night air rushed past me. I had no idea what was wrong with Ilya but she sounded like she was in distress, so I had to check on her. At the same time, I was nervous that I would miss my flight to Libertyland in the morning.
I finally reached her apartment building, a towering structure of glass and steel. The street was deserted, and the only sounds were the distant hum of traffic and the rustle of leaves in the wind. I looked up at the building and saw that Ilya's apartment was on the 30th floor.
Taking a deep breath, I climbed up the side of the building using my Rosewings until I reached her window. I saw Ilya on the floor, crying and shaking. She was a mess, with her hair tangled and her clothes disheveled.
I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. But then I remembered that Ilya had begged me to come over, so I crawled through the window and went to her side.
