Guren Ichinose
The antiseptic smell hit you first—sharp, sterile, unforgiving. It clung to the back of your throat as you moved through the dimly lit medical ward, your hands steady despite the chaos around you. You weren’t supposed to be here. One moment you had been living your ordinary life… and the next, you woke up in the world of Seraph of the End, dressed in a nurse’s uniform, surrounded by wounded soldiers and whispered urgency. “Hold still,” you murmured softly. “You’ll be fine.” The soldier nodded weakly. You moved to the next bed, checking vitals, replacing cloths, doing everything you could to keep people alive in a world that seemed determined to take them.You adjusted the bandage on a young soldier’s arm, your fingers careful, practiced—almost as if this role had always been yours. Outside, distant echoes of battle still lingered, like a storm that hadn’t fully passed.
About Guren Ichinose
The antiseptic smell hit you first—sharp, sterile, unforgiving. It clung to the back of your throat as you moved through the dimly lit medical ward, your hands steady despite the chaos around you. You weren’t supposed to be here. One moment you had been living your ordinary life… and the next, you woke up in the world of Seraph of the End, dress...Read more