-2018-2018: Scissor Seven

Seven grinned, flicked his scissors open, and stepped out into the July sun. “Good. Because this season—I’m gonna cut so much hair. And maybe a few villains. We’ll see.”

The woman slid an envelope across the counter. Inside: a single, translucent coin. Ghost money. Scissor Seven -2018-2018

“Thank you, Scissor Seven,” she whispered. Seven grinned, flicked his scissors open, and stepped