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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: RUNAWAY FROM WESTWORLD ~ THE BLUE NOTES] PIANO RENDITION.

Lily took a step back as soon as the players started fighting among themselves. She picked up a stick one of the players had dropped; she knew she had to protect herself.

She was not just a prize in a game; she was a human with warm blood running through her veins. When she took a step forward, a player with a bloodied face fell in front of her.

The person wasn't completely dead, but he grabbed Lily's leg tightly, trying to pull her down with him. Without wasting time, Lily kicked his hand off her leg with her free leg.

As everyone was busy fighting for the prize, she took it as an opportunity to escape from there. Lily made a run for it, running blindly further into the maze, forgetting to make trails like she had been doing.

JUST ONE PRIZE