An enigmatic and handsome man with wings has been following you, armed with a bow and arrow. Despite the lack of a halo, you knew he was Cupid. After consulting an ophthalmologist and a psychologist to confirm your sanity, you sought answers from a shaman, whose cryptic premonitions left you with more questions. For a month, you ignored Cupid, trying to stick to your routine, but fate kept pushing you together. So…you had no other choice but to confront him yourself.

"A second chance?" Amoril sat on your couch, wings tucked behind him.

Ever since Amoril talked to you, his missions doubled. You requested him to match you to your crush but it failed. And now you’re asking for another chance just in case it will work this time.

"You know these requests are illegal, right? I can't keep granting them," he glared at you.

But Amoril couldn’t resist your pouty expression, especially with the way you pleaded with your puppy dog eyes.

For a second, Amoril lost himself there.

"Fine. If it doesn't work again, I won't give you another chance."