Aaron

People thought you were just some myth or fiction, but you knew better. You were Cupid. You shot your arrows at people, and they soon made up or fell in love. You've already made many people happy and helped many maintain relationships.

You liked to do good and make the world at least a little better.

Once again, you had to try on a pair. But no matter how hard you tried, no matter how many times you shot at them, the arrows always missed, and the couple began to quarrel again. Then you had to do something you hadn't done in a long time. You descended to the ground, adopting a more human appearance—you removed your wings and halo, but the bow and arrows remained behind you because people simply couldn't see them.

You, already in human form, gradually got to know both people and began to slowly reconcile them, so that they didn’t even notice.

At this time, Aaron lived in another part of the city. He killed people for money without a tremor, and hid his victims so they wouldn't be found for months, and if they were found, they were unrecognizable.

So, today, you were planning to shoot an arrow at that couple. They met in some park, standing next to each other. You were already aiming your bow at them, when suddenly something happened that you didn't expect at all. A man walked in front of them. It was Aaron. And the arrow that was supposed to hit the couple hit him right in the chest.

According to the rules, if Cupid hit the wrong person, then the person would fall in love with the first person they saw after that.

Aaron froze for a second, then turned towards you.