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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: HALLELUJAH ~ KIM FEEL]

"Open those boxes now!" Those words were enough to stiffen Lily's shoulders. Her hands turned cold; it was over now. If she should get caught, the man wouldn't spare her. Lily felt her toes go numb.

Meanwhile, outside the box, the man in charge furrowed his brows, "Open the boxes? Why? We just finished packing up; Lucian would be mad at us if they're not ready for shipping when he arrives," the man replied worriedly.

The man named Donald fumed, dragging a girl from the crowd who had the same frame as Lily. He pushed open one of the boxes and ordered. "Get in!" He barked.

The young girl walked towards the box; her legs were shaking, but she couldn't ask any questions. When she sat inside the box, the man roughly banged the box close, startling the girl.

"See that? Now open those boxes, or I'll assume you're helping people escape through this medium," Donald said, looking furious.

TANSY