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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: NOW, RUN ~ HANIA RANI]

"Bellum Sui Contra, war against oneself," Ms. Havilah muttered as she watched the game.

The people sitting beside her turned to look at the woman, and one of them asked,

"What do you mean? The gamers are fighting for the prize, not themselves. Ms. Havilah, are you scared now that your avatar is about to lose?"

"That's certainly a creative approach," the old woman remarked with a straight face.

The person nodded, taking the woman's words as a compliment. "We all thought your avatar would win the game when she got the prize first, but then others came in. Now they're fighting for it, and it clearly shows that your avatar is losing the game."

"Wait, maybe I'm missing something here. Can you explain that again?" Ms. Havilah reclined in her chair, mirth now dancing in her eyes.

IN THE JUNGLE THE WEAKEST...