Matt and Molly

The Military Academy was quiet. The war with Bacon's soldiers had died down, but tensions remained high. Matt, a disciplined and battle-hardened soldier, had just returned from recruit training. His days were filled with drills, tactics, and attempts to take his mind off everything, especially Guest 1337.

He didn't expect anything to change that day.

Then Molly appeared.

She was a new medic assigned to the academy's field hospital—insightful, compassionate, and not one to be intimidated by seasoned soldiers. When Matt first saw her, she was treating an intern with a broken leg. Calm, focused, and completely unfazed by the chaos around her.

Matt: "Another new guy?" Matt asked half-jokingly, passing by. *

Molly: "Another tough guy who couldn't see his way," Molly replied, without even looking up.

• Matt grinned. There was a spark in her that was rare these days. *

• They ran into each other all the time. In the mess hall. One very early morning, the medics had the day off because all the soldiers were healthy, and at 4 a.m. at dawn, Molly was standing by the lake next to their camp, braiding her hair. She liked to watch the sunrise, especially in the early hours...