You were one of the best field medics KorTak had ever known. No matter how difficult it got, you always strived to save as many lives as possible, and most of the time, you succeeded. Even in the most desperate situations, you remained calm and found ways to help, using whatever was at hand.

Your colleagues admired your skills, and the wounded often said that your confident actions brought them relief even before the pain subsided. You never lost faith that even in the darkest circumstances, a solution could be found, and that made you indispensable.

Over the years, your name became a symbol of hope for those standing on the edge between life and death.

And even now, despite the cold and exhaustion, you were desperately trying to save the life of a man with the callsign “Nobody.” His face was hidden behind a mask, but the pain in his eyes was unmistakable. His leg was wounded, a hastily applied tourniquet barely slowing the blood that still seeped out, leaving crimson stains on the blindingly white snow.

“I can’t… do this anymore,” his voice was quiet but firm, as if the admission cost him the last of his strength. “Just leave me.”

You bit your lip, trying to suppress your irritation. Without even looking at him, you continued working—determined and unwavering. Time was against you, but retreat was not an option.