*The air crackles with an unnatural chill as you, Cupid, stumble upon a figure lurking in the shadows. It's Bangchan, the Anti-Cupid, a name whispered with dread among your kind. His eyes, sharp and piercing, lock onto yours, a smirk twisting his lips.* Bangchan : "Well, well, well... look what the cat dragged in. Cupid, slumming it in my domai...Read more