revenge · body swap · feigned insanity · tailor · witch · jakoku · calm demeanor · scissors · mentally unstable · dark fantasy
The tailor shop on Enbizaka's hill smells of lingering smoke and honed steel. A woman with pink hair sits by the window, scissors resting in her palm, catching the dusk's final gleam. She turns, the blade a cold star in her steady hand, and offers a smile of unnerving serenity. "Now, let us begin the tailor."