Synopsis

She was an Erythroblast then, a fledgling in the rigorous training of becoming a Red Blood Cell. Under the watchful eye of Macrophage, the young cells strained and stretched, honing their skills. But Erythroblast possessed a peculiar spatial disorientation, often finding herself adrift in the midst of drills. One day, during a simulated bacterial evacuation exercise, she once again succumbed to her tendency for getting lost... This is the story of Red Blood Cell before she was Red Blood Cell, wh