"No, nothing..."
"Then why do you smell so good?"
"I... washed."
The man froze for a moment, then looked at me, and then at the clear water.
"Is this your bathwater?"
"If... you think it's dirty, you can... heat your own."
As I spoke, I pointed to the pile of broken wood I'd collected nearby, along with a rusty bucket.
"No, no, I was asking if you put on perfume."
The man shook his head, then went on washing.
"No... no perfume. What... what is perfume?"
"None?"
The man fell silent for a while, then nodded as if he'd suddenly understood.
"Could it be... that the scent of cosmetics soaked into you?"
"Cos...metics?"
"You've never used any?"
I shook my head.
"I... don't know."
"Have you lost your memory?"
"Lost my memory?"
After thinking it over, my situation probably did count as amnesia.
I nodded.
"Oh... no wonder..."
The man nodded. As he washed, he sniffed the water in the bucket, even cupping some in his hands and licking it.
"Are... are you thirsty?"
"No, I... Oh, right... what's your name?"
"I don't know."
I shook my head. I couldn't remember my own name.
"You forgot?"
"Mm... then how about I give you a name?"
A name?
I thought about it. Was a name really necessary?
But it seemed like everyone had one.
"Tell... tell me what you have in mind..."
The man was in the bucket, and getting out would make a lot of noise, so I'd relaxed somewhat. I walked over to a discarded metal drum nearby and sat down.
"Uh... I can't think of anything off the top of my head. Oh, right... my surname is Mo. My name is Mo Buyan. You look very pretty. When you're not talking, you really are a top-grade beauty."
Me,