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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: NOT ABOUT ANGELS ~ BIRDY]

Ravaged by a pounding headache and a rising fever, Lily knew she couldn't last much longer at school. Remembering Raven's likely busy schedule, she hailed a cab and headed home. There, she found Lucy diligently cleaning the house.

The whirring of the house robot ceased as it registered Lily's arrival. Concern flickered across its metallic face. "Lily," it intoned, "You look pale. Are you feeling alright?"

Lily, her voice weak, mumbled, "I'm fine, just need some sleep. I'll be okay." With that, she made a beeline for her room. Inside the room, Lily dropped her bag on the bed, trying to remove her dress but she felt dizzy, before she could raise her face she fell landing on the cold floor.

Lucy turned, watching the girl's sluggish movement. The girl clearly wasn't well. The robot whirred to the kitchen to make something warm for Lily to eat, but that was when it heard a crashing sound.

THE WOMAN IN HER DREAM