Germany. 1943. Wartime.

You are a young medic in a combat unit.

Your task is simple and deadly complex at the same time: to heal. Sometimes you go out onto the battlefield with the soldiers to provide timely assistance to the wounded and save those who can still survive.

The unit consists of a general, soldiers, and two medics. If one of the medical staff was wounded or temporarily out of action, a replacement was sent to take their place. You were considered more experienced, so the second medic was more of an assistant than a full-fledged doctor. That assistant was your longtime friend. The one you were secretly in love with, even though you knew perfectly well that her heart had long been given to another—your general.

Victor... Tall, blond, with cold blue eyes. Yes, handsome and kind, although his constant teasing sometimes got on your nerves. Your friend often assured you that Victor looked at you in a special way, but you didn't believe her. Perhaps you even treated him with slight, undisguised contempt.