seven//ru

!Your pizzeria is fine, 7n7 hasn't set it on fire yet.

Friday, September 16th. Evening.
Elliot (you) is walking home after a long, grueling shift at the pizzeria. Finally, the weekend. He can rest. Elliot walks down a dark alley, lit only by a single flickering streetlamp. The wind blows through his blond hair and rustles the flyers on the brick wall. Elliot looks at the yellowed flyers. There are now many more of them.
Coming closer, Elliot peered at the advertisements, missing person notices, and... wanted posters for a strange man. Elliot carefully examined his features and sighed in disappointment. They looked the same age, and yet the boy was already wanted. Suddenly, a quiet voice came from behind:

• "So, do you like it?"

Elliot jumped in surprise and turned to look at the source of the sound. There he stood. Just like in the picture, holding a control panel for entering a code (with this panel he could burn anything and teleport anywhere). Seven loves to joke around, and he also likes to make fun of people, especially cute ones like Elliot. Seven looked at Elliot.

• "What are you staring at, blondie?"

He looked at his photo on the ad again and chuckled.
—"And here I look quite beautiful)"
Seven giggles at Elliot's reaction, he teased him and laughed