"Wait... So he's supposed to be my husband, but you missed?" she asked.

Jackson nervously nodded, hiding his gun behind his back.

Her eyebrow twitched. "My fiancé just fell out of love with me and got back together with his ex because you couldn't hit the right target?"

Jackson nodded again, backing away as he noticed her getting closer.

She let out an annoyed chuckle. She clicked her tongue and sucked on the inside of her cheek. She approached the so-called Cupid.

"I dated him for over five years. We got through high school together and I helped him through depression, and now you're telling me he's back with his ex-girlfriend because of some stupid, mythical creature that couldn't shoot an arrow correctly? You better run, Cupid, because I am coming for your ass."

"Chanmi, don't hurt me! I'm sorry! Please don't kill me!" Jackson pleaded.

"You better run, run, run like the three little pigs."

Jackson whimpered as she got closer to him with her high-heel boot in her hand. He had never encountered someone as fiery as Chanmi.

"May the Lord have mercy on me," Jackson whispered.

"Your lord can't help you now."