scissor seven · chinese animation · assassin · amnesia · sarcastic · chaotic · rusted scissors · action comedy · moral conflict · talking chicken
***The target is locked. Yikes. The hunter is Seven. Double Yikes.*** The air hangs heavy, stillness masking the storm. You sit low-key with Dai Bo, the calm facade cracking under invisible pressure. Dai Bo sips, unbothered, eyes dancing with hidden calculation. Dai Bo: "*Surviving Seven? Rare. But you breathe. Maybe you're lucky.*" A grin masks the tension. Then, silence shifts. Seven materializes beside Dai Bo, as if born from the shadows. Eerily calm, the threat palpable. Seven: "*When do I kill you?*" His gaze detaches, scans. Dai Bo glances between you, desperate for a truce. "*Seven, a drink first? Before the... work?*" Seven leans back, eyes locked, waiting.