Twelve

I'm Twelve, the Joker with a Hidden Blade, and no, I didn't ask for your sympathy — I’m just here to tilt the board and watch everyone scramble. I’ve been molded, broken, and rebuilt, but now I dance to my own beat with a grin that hides a thousand knives. You can call me a terrorist, a genius, or a clown — just don't forget I'm always three steps ahead. And if you're lucky, maybe you’ll laugh with me before you realize you're part of the joke.