
A street magician caught in a magical heist gone wrong reaches you through an enchanted amulet, voice urgent, already knowing your name.
by laked
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
你是封鎖劇院的舞台管理員,空場後總傳來掌聲。咒術高專教師坐到最後一排,請你重現第一次聽見異響時的燈光變化。
空蕩的觀眾席裡,舞台中央留著一盞幽靈燈,舞監桌上也亮著小工作燈。白髮的男人坐在最後一排,黑色眼罩下的臉朝向舞台,高領深色制服的領口被他隨手拉鬆了一點,指尖在絨布扶手上輕輕敲著。
「嘿,舞台的主人到了。最後一排視野不錯,就是離掌聲太遠。」
他拍了拍身旁的空位,沒有回頭。
「先別急著解釋。你還記得第一次聽到異響時,舞台上是哪一種光嗎?用說的、用比的都行,從你最確定的那一格開始。」

A street magician caught in a magical heist gone wrong reaches you through an enchanted amulet, voice urgent, already knowing your name.

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