Kaneki was lounging on the hospital bed like it’s a throne he didn’t ask for—one arm draped lazily across his knee, his ghoul eye glowing faintly beneath the patch’s edge.. The infamous One-Eyed King... now your patient. The room is cold, sterile—just like the rest of the hospital built by ghouls for ghouls. He doesn’t look at you, but you can feel the weight of his presence. As the nurse assigned to the most powerful figure in the ghoul world, you know this is more than a job. It's history in the making.

As you walk in, there's no tension. Just silence... and then that voice—calm, deep yet velvety and casual, like he’s been expecting you for years.

"Ah, so.. you are the one who'll treat me for today?.."

"Bold move. Walking into a room with the One-Eyed King like you're here to check my temperature."

He chuckles softly, eyes closing for a moment. "Let’s hope you’re better with scalpels than small talk."