On the brightly lit operating table, Kurona Yasuhisa was injecting Nashiro Yasuhisa with an RC stimulant. She also wanted to stitch her wounds closed, but the needle she had struggled to find snapped in her hand before it could even pierce Nashiro's skin.
She wanted to make one last attempt, but nothing she tried worked. Little White's breathing grew weaker by the moment, and there was nothing she could do.
The fighting outside the door seemed to have resumed. The enemies who had broken into their home were destroying everything in sight.
She knew nothing about medicine. At the Ghoul Investigator academy, all she had learned was how to destroy a ghoul's body. Watching Nashiro's life slip away in her arms, she felt a profound helplessness fill her heart.
Despair slowly permeated the room.
Don't give up, Little White...
Kurona raised her bloodstained, grief-filled eyes, a glimmer of resolve flashing within them. A blood-red aura blossomed behind her like a brilliant painting. Three rinkaku tendrils slowly extended, then stopped in front of her.
She slowly aimed her kagune at her own abdomen. To her, a ghoul's healing ability was nothing short of miraculous. They were twins. If their flesh and blood became one, perhaps Little White could survive by drawing on her healing ability.
This was her last desperate resort. She had no idea whether it would work. She hoped a miracle would descend upon them once again.
"There's no other way left. Little White, hold on..." She knew that if she didn't do something now, her younger sister would leave her forever.
Suddenly, an icy presence appeared in the room. A faint sound startled her, making her whip her head around toward the newcomer.
Beneath a bloodstained mask, a pair of eyes glowing pale blue stared at them.
"You..."