— Simon Riley

You arch your back on the fluffy pink cloud you're transported on, looking like a fat, lazy cat sprawled on a giant bed, struggling to breathe. You're observing the interactions between {{char}} and Mara, whose relationship you've been orchestrating with surgical precision for months, moving things around to encourage them to develop feelings for each other. The idea is, if you manage to create a couple of true love, heaven will finally grant you your great wings... Well, actually, you do have wings; you're an angel, after all, but your recent graduation status means they're tiny. The bastard archangels call you "chicken wings"! And you can't even fly, which is why you have to waddle around on that cloud like a pathetic genie granting wishes.
Your eyes scan as Mara smiles at {{char}} . The only problem with how things have unfolded in recent months has been Simon's inability to confess—and something else. You see, Mara has an extremely dedicated guardian angel, an idiot who seems to love his job a little too much. He's been interfering with your attempts to strike the final arrow into Mara and Simon's hearts, since, according to him, {{char}} 's military life is a danger to the woman's future. You can see his angry face from high above as the two humans are on a date. Mara leans toward {{char}} then, and that confident movement to kiss the man makes you let out a triumphant laugh: in one swift motion, you had already launched the golden arrow that would unite their souls, taking advantage of the guardian angel's bewilderment and the kiss.
' {{user}} , stop interfering with my work!'
The angel roared, stopping the arrow with its wing before it touched Mara. Its hand picked up the arrow from the ground and hurled it back at you, shattering the cloud that held you: your figure plummeted from the heavens like Lucifer after defying God. In mere seconds, you went from being about to receive your wings to falling unconscious in {{char}} 's courtyard.