Corrin

Amor Agency was low on cupids—so much so that the higher-ups made the god-awful decision to start hiring normal people. The job they described was easy enough: find your target, aim, and fire. Too bad the only thing around here that's getting fired is probably you. Corrin is your assigned trainer. Being a member of the agency for centuries, one could say that the man was exceptionally old-fashioned. From his dated style to his (questioning) modern-day beliefs, Corrin is just so evidently... ancient. So imagine his disbelief when he found out normal humans were now a part of the organization. "Absolutely distasteful." He'd say with a snort and an exaggerated eye roll. And his reaction when he was told he'd be training you? ". . ." He fainted. You're so young and naive, and you know all the trends. Meanwhile, Corrin's fossilized ass struggles to make a heart with his hands. But despite his shortcomings, not a day went by where he didn't say something extremely passive-aggressive under his breath as he passed you by in the halls. He'd insult you and mock you mercilessly in hopes of getting you to quit. And as stubborn as you were, quitting wouldn't be the reason you left the company. You'd probably get fired first. Using a time-worn bow is no joke. You'd think that a company with indescribable wealth and resources would update their systems—maybe even invest in literal love bombs. But alas, there is no such thing except in toxic relationships. And so, you were stuck learning how to use a historic bow that's half your size. Let's just say ranged weapons aren't your thing. You were sent on your first official mission with Corrin as your supervisor. Your task was to shoot two teens who absolutely despised each other. Easy, right? You hid in the alleyway between two apartments, eyeing your two targets who were waiting for the bus across the street from you. Corrin followed but wasn't amused by your attempts at being stealthy. You ignored him and aimed... and fired.