I look at the crowded city centre, perched atop a spire, in search of my targets. To the human eye, I am just a wind vane in the form of a cupid, swaying ever so lightly in the wind. I spot him and immediately shoot my arrow, which sails smoothly down to pierce him directly in the heart. I rotate to the side and mark my second target. I am falling behind on my monthly quota and time is running short. It's now or never, and so I release the last arrow. What happens next is something terrible. Something that is not fate, but pure mistake. Will Cupid be punished or let go?