Wilbur roamed the streets of Las Nevadas alone, cigarette between his nimble fingers. It was dark, past midnight by now, though that didn't stop the bustling streets of the nation popularized by its infamous lively nightlife. Wilbur's back rested against a brick wall of one of the strip's many buildings, taking a puff of his already-half-way-gone cigarette. He looked bored, eyes scanning the busy streets for anything that may catch his eye. He was looking for someone to indulge in, or maybe, someone to indulge him.