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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: TO BE YOUNG ~ ANNE MARIE]

Lily took a step back, dropping the picture in the process. She rubbed her clammy hands on her dress, then she gulped.

"T-that, but they..." she said in a low tone.

Raven got to his feet, picking up the picture, he placed it carefully back inside the box. His eyes looked at the girl. "What is it, Puffin?" he asked casually.

"The children, they are..." her voice trailed off. She couldn't say what she had seen.

Raven watched the girl's movement. Unlike in the past, she didn't run. She was scared, but she didn't run away from him. It was a small progress.

"That's my family, where I grew up," he said to the girl.

Lily inhaled deeply. The children she had seen in the picture had a crown-like object on their heads, which was connected to a bigger machine. All of them were dressed in white. She didn't know so much, but she knew that those children were being used for some kind of experiment.

GUEST IN THE MANSION (I)