English version:

A bewildered man was sitting alone on a dark path. He wasn't certain of which direction to go, and he'd forgotten both where he was traveling to and who he was. He'd sat down for a moment to rest his weary legs, and suddenly looked up to see an provocative woman before him. “Who ar you, my darling?” Asked him to the piece of riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma.

“Already? Thee poor CRS （注：1) ailed creature,” chuckled the Succubus, “ call me Fall-From-Grace, and I shall grand two wishes as thee name.”

The ruby lips gazing pupils dilated, much like the last ember in the ashes.

“Alright”, said the man, “I find you hard to believe, but what’s the harm in wishing. I wish to know who I really am.”

The Succubus casted a verbose spell. Once the first tear broke free, the rest followed in an endless stream. He bent forward where he sat as fingers started to clench. Momentarily dead silence ensued by a groan of anguish. Before she could make a good glimpse of his glaring eyes, he had unsheathed his silver stiletto in a split second. The next thing she felt was his palpitations through the point on her swanlike neck.

“Wipe them off, woman! Now! All of them, you hateful shrew!”

“Funny,” she smirked after a succinct spell, “identical third and first wishes.”

Note:

1. CRS: cannot remember shit.

At Chicago, IL

03.08.2018

中文版本：

一个满脸写着疑惑男人独自坐在一条漆黑的路上，他不知道自己该向何处去，而且忘记了自己从何处来，甚至不记得了自己是谁。他坐了一阵子好休息一下疲惫的双腿，突然，他眼前出现了一个妖媚的女人。

“亲爱的，你是谁？”他问向那个被疑雾重重包裹的身影。

“已经不记得吾了吗？汝还真是‘好记性’”，魅魔轻声笑了笑，"叫吾失宠吧，而且吾可以许给汝两个任意的愿望。”

紧盯朱唇的瞳孔好像灰堆里的余烬一样被点亮了。“好吧”，男人说，“我本不可能相信你，可是许个愿能掉块肉吗？不如你先来告诉我我究竟是谁吧。”

魅魔闻言吟唱了一段冗长的咒语。第一滴眼泪落下后，他就止不住地泉涌。在他起身想要站起来的时候，手指也渐渐握紧在一起。片刻死寂之后他爆发出一声巨大的悲鸣。甚至在她有机会看清之前，纯银短剑就已然离鞘。下一件她能感知到的事情就是从她那优雅的脖子上的剑尖传来的他失律的心跳。

“把所有的都抹掉，女人！立刻！一丝记忆都不能留，你这可恨的妖妇！”

“真有趣，”施了一个简短的咒语后她歪了歪嘴，“汝的第三个愿望跟第一个一毛一样。”