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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: THIS IS ME~ KOREAN VER BAEKSANG ARTS AWARD]

Raven's eyes lazily moved down to the ground, and when he raised them to look at the girl, he grinned, causing her to take a step back.

Lily gulped, not understanding the meaning of what he just said. Did it mean that everything the robot had said was a lie, something read from the internet?

Raven tilted his head, "You should start molding the cups and plates since you find it convenient to break them," he remarked casually.

Lily snapped back to reality and got down on her knees to clean up the mess she made.

Raven stood up from his chair, sauntering to where the girl knelt, he crouched in front of her.

"Puffin, did you really feel sorry for this poor master of yours?" he asked casually, watching the girl's every move, which was a little glitchy.

TEA TIME WITH A TYRANT