"God, please help me get a girlfriend!" a brown-haired teenager shouted those words without any shame.

It was the worst time of the year for a loner like him, it was Valentine's Day, a celebration charged with reminding him of his miserable and unstable love life.

Harry was in a temple, even if his knees stung from the hot limestone, he still maintained his posture.

His hands were clasped together as he prostrated himself in supplication, praying to the statue of the God of Love, the one in charge of solving the problems that afflicted the heart.

Although its existence was merely a legend that served to sell "souvenirs" in the temple...

Harry continued reciting all the prayers he knew, which amounted to about two short and disorderly prayers, he was not a very devout man.

Throughout his life Harry had tried to get a girlfriend but all his attempts failed miserably.

Working out, becoming a sweet talker, improving his grades, being a Simp, pretending to be a bully/thug, etc... all the available options were explored by him.

But love was not knocking on his door.

After half an hour, Harry stood up, his face wasn't very thick and he felt a little embarrassed.

He couldn't stand the pain in his knees, the sun whipped his face mercilessly while his mouth felt dry.

Apparently he realized he had been conned, the God of love didn't exist.

Regretting his innocence, Harry bought a souvenir from the temple.

A small statuette of the "God of Love", he decided to buy it as a reminder: to keep his dignity and not to prostrate himself shamefully again for a silly reason, that was what the statue meant to him.

Harry sighed, looked at the temple for the last time and set out on his way.

But suddenly, his foot was on the wrong side of the step.

Skidding from step to step, his face gently kissed the concrete.

It was necessary to know that the temple was at the top of a hill and to get there, the steps formed twists and turns that even physics could not explain.

In the midst of curses and regrets, Harry closed his eyes, releasing his last breath, his first life was over.

A god was bored and had answered his plea, it was a sadistic god.

His new life had begun this way.