A summer afternoon. The school bell rings, and students pour out of the building in a rush.

White clouds drift lazily across the sky, and warm sunlight shines down softly, heating the air.

Ivan trudges home under the shade of the trees to avoid the sun, the light filtering through the leaves illuminating him in geometric patterns.

As always, Ivan's mind is empty. At most, it holds thoughts of homework or trivial worries about the future. But even those last only a brief moment.

In front of the crosswalk, Ivan mindlessly looks up from his phone to check the signal. In that moment, his eyes meet someone else's.

A person holding a bow and arrow, with wings attached. No, is it even a person? He looks just like a cupid.

He stares blankly as if possessed, and soon, the possessiveness that had been churning deep inside leaks out like Pandora's box being opened.

And an instinctive thought rises to the surface.

......... 'That person is mine.'