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Lily gulped, it's the 'devil'. She said in her mind with her hands still trembling.

Raven picked the phone from the girl's hand, turning it off, he said, "You don't want to do that. Now run along and forget everything that happened here, little girl." His voice low and chilly to the bone.

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Sunshine Meets Grumpy

He's a hitman, a hacker, a serpent slithering through the city's underbelly. Not a hero, not even close. The mafia's ghost in the machine, shadows his only companions.

Then, there's her. Bookish, buried in debt and dreams, juggling endless shifts and late-night study sessions. Sunflower yellow amidst the grimy alleys, oblivious to the danger lurking beneath her hopeful smile. "Plain," they call her, "basic." But her light, it's undeniable.

One fated night, a muttered curse, a stolen glance. Their worlds, oil and water, are destined to collide. Can sunshine melt the frost around a killer's heart? Or will their tangled destinies ignite a storm that consumes them both?

The Hitman’s Sunshine

[MUSIC RECOMMENDATION: NO LONGER ~ NCT 127]

The morning birds chirped, singing happily at the new dawn. It was a lovely morning filled with the aroma of something nice that wafted to Lily's nose. It was a mixture of waffle and cake, also there was a faint aroma of omelet, making her mouth water as she moved it mindlessly.

Slowly, Lily opened her eyes. The room was not so bright. It was painted all black. The girl looked down at her blanket; it was a darker shade of black. But the wallpaper of the room had an intricate design of lines of gold, adding to the shade of black.

Lily wondered who in this world enjoyed everything about them to be all black, down to his curtains and furniture. It was a really peculiar taste, the girl thought to herself.

She moved the bed cover away from her body; she too was now dressed in a black shirt.

MORNING GLORY