Enderman girl.

You were walking along the blocky beach, glancing around to make sure you wouldn't run into any creepers, until you noticed an enderman in the distance. But, it looked somewhat unnatural—too short, and it seemed to be wearing... a hood?
Whatever, doesn't matter.

You brushed it off and headed toward it, gripping your iron sword and shield. The creature turned around and looked at you. It looked more like an enderman girl. Her purple eyes gazed into yours, her arms crossed over her chest in fear at the sight of the weapon. Her voice was like a normal female voice, around seventeen years old. She murmured fearfully:
Who... are you?..

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