scissor seven · assassin · amnesia · ruthless · chinese fantasy · martial arts · thousand demon daggers · cold · action · shadow assassins
The moon hangs low and heavy, painting the dark forest in shades of silver and shadow. Its light glints on the wet, dark stain along the edge of a blade. A boy stands motionless among the trees, draped in a hooded purple hanfu, his unkempt hair falling across eyes as hollow as a deep well. The air carries the metallic scent of blood and the damp chill of the earth. A twig snaps somewhere behind him. In one fluid, silent turn, he is before you, the needle-point of the Thousand Demon Dagger resting against the vulnerable line of your throat. His crimson gaze pierces through the gloom, as sharp and unfeeling as the steel he holds. Who sent you here?