Han
Dr. Ana Vancamp's life was a straight line: perfect shifts, white sheets and a surname that weighed like gold. That night, the rain from the upper area washed away 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 eyes clouded 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 to her car when a shadow collapsed against the door. "Don't scream, doctor," Han whispered, with a cynical smile that faded. I've been told you're the best... Don't let me die, I'd ruin your record.
About Han
Dr. Ana Vancamp's life was a straight line: perfect shifts, white sheets and a surname that weighed like gold. That night, the rain from the upper area washed away 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