[ WP ] You discover that your girlfriend 's recent ill-health and weight loss is due to her being a succubus who stopped feeding after falling in love with you .

Succubus was a term you had to look up online. Having never been one to partake in the dark arts and mythological lore of demons and dragons you found it almost overwhelming. 
 
 Having determined her drastic problem you decide to to help, but how? If she feeds on you, you'll likely die. Feeds on another, and well, she's sleeping with another man to do it... 
 
 Having reached no sustainable conclusion, you head to a local dive bar named `` the hunt''. You've read online that various items can be procured for a price. You walk in and ask for the `` keeper''; a small, round greasy, cigar bated, rum swilling, dirty little man climbs up on the barstool beside you and drops a business card into your hand. 
 
 `` 2 woids'' he says cigar still clenched between his teeth `` poimanent solooshun''. 
 
 Then as he picks up his drink, he leaves only the smell of cheap tobacco and a feeling of dread inside; for as you read the card it says `` 1 life saved, 1 life taken, see me when you've found the donor''. You've just realized that he can save you're succubus' soul, but at the cost of another... is one life worth more than another?...
