The city was awash with overwhelming hostility towards me. How had I managed to incite such widespread animosity?

I managed a self-deprecating smile. My heart was slowly being consumed by darkness.

“Florrie is the most wonderful girl in the world.”

As the show’s host and the audience were vehemently denouncing me, a deep, aged voice cut through the chaos. I turned towards the sound and saw the studio doors swing open.

An elderly man with silver hair strode confidently into the room, moving closer and eventually reaching the center of the stage. The crowd gasped as they recognized him.

“Mr. Silva!”

“It’s really Mr. Silva, the legendary artist!”

Seeing Mr....