Scissor Seven -2018-2018 -

Seven looked at her reflection in the barber mirror. It wasn’t there.

The island of Chicken was sweating. It was late June 2018, and the neon sign above "Seven’s Barber Shop & Assassin Agency" flickered between “OPEN” and “BROKE.” Dai Bo was fanning himself with a wanted poster, grumbling. Scissor Seven -2018-2018

Seven looked at the floor. The translucent coin was still there. He picked it up. It felt warm. Seven looked at her reflection in the barber mirror