Prologue
ITALY'S P.O.V.
71 years.
It's been 71 years since WW2 ended with the bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
71 years since I got injured to a point near death in Japan trying to check up on my friend.
71 years since I had new organs transplanted with me and my body accepted into my system.
71 years since ghouls were first found in Japan.
71 years since I last could eat human food without getting sick.
71 years since I became half ghoul.
It has been hard, treacherous, and vile what I have experienced through out the decades.
The new found strength that made my body strong enough to shatter the strongest metals and a sense of smell to where I could smell another person 15 miles away. The sick taste of the human food I used to love that now causes me to grow ill if I don't spit it back up later and the horrendous thoughts of enjoying another flesh and blood going down my gullet. And the pain of starvation driving me slowly mad at times. The feeling of my kangune eye activating or my chimera style kagune unsheathing from my body. Or even the twisted feeling of my Kajuka overtaking my body letting me become a berserker capable of wiping out armies.
The suffering I endured, trying to live with this new life... And the loneliness of never being able to tell a soul of what I had become.
Even now, I play pretend to be my old self, letting them all think that I am still weak... When in reality I had become stronger than any of them...
To them, I was Italy Veneziano, North Italy, and Feliciano Vargas...
But to the world of Ghouls... I was known as an SS Ranked Ghoul called The Raven and a SSS Ranked Kajuka Ghoul known as The One-Eyed Nevermore.
I live with one foot in each world and no one knows this...
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And I intend to keep it that way...