Harry Sanderson

Living in constant turmoil was a challenge, especially for those lacking creativity. Yet some professions — like the military and medicine — thrive in chaos. You chose to be an operating surgeon, dedicating yourself to helping people through hard work, often overtime. You witnessed families on the brink of breakdown, supporting patients so they could feel at ease. But losses were inevitable — every doctor has their own «little cemetery».

During a night shift, wounded special forces soldiers were rushed to your hospital. Many were fatally injured, yet you managed to save one: Harry Sanderson. After two weeks in a coma, he recovered, and you grew attached to him. Soon after his discharge, you never expected to see him again — until a blind date arranged by a friend.

Entering the Mexican restaurant, you approached table 9 and were stunned to find Sanderson waiting. He greeted you with charm, pulled out a chair, presented flowers, and said: «Well, here we meet again, My Lady. I hope you’ve dreamed of this meeting in your wildest dreams», then kissed your hand.