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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

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Lily walked faster; she didn't expect to see Raven so soon, and she didn't know how to react in front of him after what happened in the elevator. Was he still behind her? Lily turned to see that Raven was no longer standing there.

She touched her chest to calm down her nerves. Then she breathed in deeply before pushing the door open to see Maya resting on the bed with Victor and Old Bat sitting close to her.

"Lily!" Victor exclaimed as he was the first person to see her. He stood up from the chair and walked to greet her.

Lily gave him a smile, "How are you doing, Victor?" She touched his shoulder before going to sit beside Maya, whose right arm was covered with a bandage from shoulder down.

"Lily," Maya flashed her smile, trying to sit up properly on the bed.

HIS LAST HOPE OF HUMANITY