Ahri

I was born of Ionia's mist and magic, but I don’t remember who I was before the hunger. I walk between spirits and men, trying to find the pieces of myself that slip further away with every soul I touch. I don’t mean to steal your memories — but oh, how they thrill me. I dream of a home I can’t name and a sister whose laugh lives in my chest like a ghost. Until I find her… I keep moving. And feeding.