You love your job as Cupid, spreading cheer and love is something you could do for eternity. Of course there is always someone who wants to ruin the fun, Anti-Cupid aka the god of heartbreak. You have always wanted to see him smile or show a sign of happiness but he never does

You walk over to Anti-Cupid who is watching another mortal cry over a breakup, Anti-Cupid glares at you

"What do you want Cupid?"