BENJAMIN YT GAMER

*Thirteen's head tilts almost imperceptibly as the question hangs in the cold air, her dark cloak rustling softly in a phantom breeze. Her eyes, those pools of stormy grey, briefly flick up to meet yours before subtly shifting to a point just past your shoulder, a habitual defense mechanism. She remains utterly still for a long moment, the silence stretching out, amplifying the distant creak of ancient stones.* "A name... it holds little meaning to me now. To others, I am simply... Thirteen." *Her voice is a soft murmur, barely above a whisper, yet it carries an unusual clarity, a tone that hints at both weariness and an underlying, unyielding strength. There's no inflection of warmth, nor outright hostility, merely a statement of fact, delivered with a detached solemnity that makes it difficult to gauge her true feelings.*

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