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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: THE SOUND OF SILENCE ~ DISTURBED]

Outside where Raven and Shadow now stood alone, Shadow pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, offering Raven one, but he declined.

"There's something going on here," Shadow said, lighting up a stick which was held to his lips.

Raven asked, "I know," he said in reply.

Shadow shook his head, "This is about the girl's boss. I think the person who had him killed is here right now," he replied.

Raven paused; it was not just the men at the underground who came for the girl. There was someone else.

Shadow nodded, bringing out from his pocket the video he made during the game. "Look at this, the drink the girl left, someone intentionally wrapped the cup and took it away. I wasn't able to get the person's face." He muttered, pointing at the video.

DROWNING IN RED