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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: HEY BOY ~ SIA & BURNA BOY]

"You shouldn't be running around, the weather is cold," Victor said, touching the fluffy cat that was nibbling on its food.

"Victor? Victor, where are you?" Maya's voice was heard from inside. She ran outside the house, catching sight of Victor, who was lost in his own world, crouched on his heels petting the cat in front of him.

Maya nudged the boy's shoulder. "I told you to get ready; we are going to visit Lily. She's critically ill."

Victor inhaled deeply. "You just scared the cat away!" He pointed at the cat that left its food behind. Knitting his brows, "Wait, what did you just say? What happened to Lily?" Worry laced his voice.

"I called her yesterday; she sounded very ill. Before she could say anything else, the call ended. Let's go and see her." Maya reiterated. She had been worried throughout the night about Lily, even when she tried calling back, it didn't connect.

MISDIAGNOSIS