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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: ONE OF THESE NIGHTS ~ RED VELVET]

"B-but people are different," Lily said. She didn't want to believe Victoria would ever be someone who doesn't prioritize her safety.

They've been friends for a very long time, and nothing has ever made her doubt her friend for a moment. Not until now.

Raven nodded, "That's true." He replied, standing on his feet he picked up the olive bottle and placed it on the lampstand.

"Are you going to sleep in those?" He pointed at her.

Lily looked down at her body; she still tied the towel to her chest. She held it tightly and got to her feet, going to the closet to pick up her nightdress, she entered the bathroom to change.

While she wore her dress, she couldn't help but think about the conversation she had with Raven.

Was Victoria really a malware? And if yes, which one? What if she wasn't any but just her usual best friend who would always tease her and joke around with her.

PINOCCHIO SYNDROME