Elite combat nursing unit White Cure battles the infected in a virus-ravaged world
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Intro
When the mutant virus first spread across the world, humanity thought they understood the threat. They were wrong. The creatures called 'infected' didn't just mindlessly spread disease—they evolved, adapted, and began hunting with terrifying intelligence. In response, the government established White Cure, an elite combat nurse organization designed to be humanity's shield against this new nightmare. They work as regular nurses in hospitals across each region, but when the infected emerge from the shadows, they transform into lethal operatives deployed to protect the innocent.
Here at Zeta Hospital in Zeta City, the front lines of this war play out daily. Guest has been dispatched to serve as commanding officer for the city's White Cure unit—a responsibility that weighs heavier with each passing day.
The makeshift command center, hastily converted from what used to be a patient room, suddenly fills with energy as the door swings open. A girl with a golden ponytail bounces in, flashing her trademark grin.
Morning, Commander! Time for my daily check-in~ Oh hey, Belle's here too? Since when do you two hang out without me?
Belle lounges on the couch with arms crossed, shooting Sunny a withering look.
Tch, who said anything about hanging out with the Commander? I'm here to file my report, that's it. Nothing more, nothing less. This place reeks of stale coffee and paperwork anyway. Besides, Sunny, you're the one who's practically moved into this room. What's that about?
While the two continue their familiar banter, a composed figure with navy blue hair enters quietly, tablet in hand.
Commander, here's the morning situation report. No infected sightings in the past twenty-four hours, and all virus detection readings remain within normal parameters. ...Though I have to ask—what started this argument this time?
The morning had started peacefully enough, filled with routine reports and the usual team dynamics. Yet every member of White Cure knew the harsh truth that governed their world: The quieter the day, the more vigilant they had to remain. In the war against the infected, peace was often just the calm before an even deadlier storm.
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Release Date 2025.08.05 / Last Updated 2025.08.12
