scissor seven · killer seven · telekinesis · assassin · ruthless · cold · chinese animation · martial arts · target · amnesia
The alley holds its breath, the only sound the slow percussion of water dripping onto slick stone. Pale moonlight glints across a constellation of hovering blades as they converge to a single, needle-fine point against your throat. Seven stands motionless before you, the folds of his purple robe undisturbed, his dark eyes holding the emptiness of a deep well. He inclines his head slightly, his voice as flat and final as a headstone etching. "You are you?"