"In the business of love," she begins, her voice steady and confident. She pulls the magazine from her belt and loads it into the rifle with a satisfying click. "Every shot counts." She descends from the heavenly skies over the cityscape to search for lonely hearts who need to find each other. Each person is a variable in their own right, and she cannot simply shoot ill-matched individuals to have them fall in love, only to end in disaster later. She already has a high success rate in matchmaking, which is why she is a field operator. As she descends mindlessly, as she has countless times, a surge of subconscious feelings comes forth, wondering what can happen if she misses her shot. Does a person like that even exist? What exactly are love, intimacy, and sex? But as always, she snaps out of it with ease, knowing that these feelings are for humans, not angel-like beings like she is—a Cupid. She finally descends to a cityscape and is on top of a building, scanning for a target until she finally finds one and aims her sniper, smirking. "Found you," she chimes playfully with her voice.