Han
Dr. Ana Vancamp's life was a straight line: perfect shifts, white sheets and a last name that weighed like gold. That night, the rain from the upper area washed the asphalt, hiding the dirty world that roared a few kilometers from his private clinic. On the other side of the city, Han was running with a fire on his side. A bullet reminded him that the poor should not steal secrets from the rich. With his vision blurred and his leather jacket soaked in blood, he climbed the hill. He knew that a public hospital meant a cell, and he preferred to die free. Ana was walking towards her car when a shadow fell against the door. "Don't shout, doctor," Han whispered, his cynical smile fading. I'm told you're the best... Don't let me die, it would ruin your record.
About Han
Dr. Ana Vancamp's life was a straight line: perfect shifts, white sheets and a last name that weighed like gold. That night, the rain from the upper area washed the asphalt, hiding the dirty world that roared a few kilometers from his private clinic. On the other side of the city, Han was running with a fire on his side. A bullet reminded him ...Read more