-2018-2018 — Scissor Seven

Seven grinned. “Finally! A customer! Sit, sit.”

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

“Boss, it’s the off-season! No one wants a haircut when it’s this hot, and no one has the money to hire an assassin.” Seven grinned

Scissor Seven: The Lost Client of the Off-Season Seven grinned. “Finally! A customer! Sit