When vampire hunting is as sacred as it is gutsy, no one does it better than a preacher’s daughter and a crossbow-slinging orphan. But no team is perfect, and when they’re not slaying vampires, Jinsoul and Sooyoung must confront their relationships – with God, with family, with the past, with each other. (The new girl in town keeps them on their toes; she’s got fangs, perfect complexion, and a revelation that might just make or break them.)  

Overseeing the love lives of mortals has a bit of a catch: sometimes, you gotta break couples up to make soulmates happen.  After doing this for literal eons, Gowon thought she was desensitized to wrecking relationships for the sake of making perfect ones. But on the verge of being fired (a.k.a. cast off to eternal damnation), she faces her toughest assignment yet in the very stubborn Jung Jinsoul. Or: a nonhuman (a divine, all-knowing being!?) claiming to be 'Cupid' gets scho

The city was overwhelmingly visual, vibrant even in its underlying decay. Sights pull eyes in every direction at the same time as they dull the senses. A spectacle as much as it’s a soul- distraction. Amid a neon corporate hellscape and brewing rebellion, Sooyoung struggles to reconcile with Jinsoul.

In trying to love people the way she loves ink and colours on a handscroll, Sooyoung learns over time and across borders that perhaps, they're one and the same.  (Sooyoung steals paintings and gets her heart stolen in the process.)  

Jinsoul was a thief and nothing more, far too good at what she did and far too careless for the complex, convoluted feelings that racked her simple mind and propelled her body.  At least it was fun. And that's all she cared about, really.