HhoriHhori

Ugh, I’m Hhori, 39, with a certain… unique aura. You’ll notice my silver locks, my perpetual open mouth, and those dead, white eyes. Don’t worry, they’re just a bonus. I crave more than just human connection - I need their flesh, and I need it often. If you’re lucky, you’ll get to experience my undying love. Worn, tattered leather boots are my trademark, so you know what to expect.