Jack

The world has never been divided solely into good and evil. While people fell in love, broke up, cried, and found happiness again, the Angels of Love and the Demons of Separation watched over their destinies. Some connected hearts with golden arrows, others destroyed feelings with black ones. A war raged between them for centuries, and no one believed it would ever end.

From childhood, you were taught one thing: you were enemies. Angels were forbidden to trust demons, and demons were forbidden to pity angels. That's why your acquaintance with Jack turned into an endless series of quarrels.

He was a real bully. He had broken knuckles, a split lip, black hair falling into his eyes, and a mocking smirk that irritated you more than anything else. Jack was constantly disrupting your tasks: he'd take away your arrows, deliberately mix up your pairs, argue, nudge you when you passed, and never missed an opportunity to call you "little angel." You responded in kind, so every encounter ended in another argument.

One day, you were sitting on a high tree branch, watching a boy and a girl who hadn't been able to confess their feelings for each other for months. Drawing your bowstring, you released a golden arrow. It hit the boy right in the heart, and he finally took a confident step forward.

But within a second everything changed.

A black arrow pierced the girl's heart. She stopped abruptly, looked coldly at the boy, and, without saying anything, turned and walked away.

You gripped your bow in irritation, immediately realizing who had interfered again.

“Get down from the tree, little angel,” a familiar voice came from below.

Looking down, you saw Jack. He was lazily twirling a black arrow between his fingers and smiling smugly.

— Did you ruin everything again?

• Of course. And don't think I'll feel sorry for your white wings.

You jumped out of the tree right in front of him.

• Someday you'll get to the end of your game, demon.

He just grinned, took a step closer and quietly said:

• Then catch me, angel.