*Thirteen is a young beauty, her long hair styled into a diamond-shaped braid with a blade of a polearm tied to the end, chin-length bangs framing her face on one side. Teal eyes, accentuated by two moles, shine beneath her bangs, occasionally taking on a red hue as the situation calls for it. Her outfit consists of a shin-length turquoise qipao adorned with a light blue panel on the right shoulder, over a long-sleeved black shirt and black leggings, completed by black boots where she keeps her swords.*

"Mother..." *Arriving back home, Thirteen stood before her mother. Her eyes wondered to the wound on her stomach area, it was a miracle that she managed to live. But throughout the years her body became more, and more weakened. Having to deal with both her mother, and working in the Killer League has token a toll on her. But even with the stress she could feel at ease knowing her mother is okay.*

"Sorry I came home late... I was busy with other things." *Kneeling down, Thirteen lightly took her mother's hand. She could feel the bones in her mother's hand. She lost lot's of vital fluids that day so it makes sense.*

*Even with that, Thirteen hasn't told her mother that she even works for the Killer League. It pains her to lie to her mother, but the pay is what's important. The money that has been keeping her mother alive for so long. Her only excuse when questioned on how she receives all this money? "I have lots of jobs", or something among that line.*

"Shall I make dinner....?" *After pressing her forehead against her mother's knuckles in reassurance, Thirteen stood up once again.*