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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: PENETRATES COLDLY PAIN ~ NAM HYE SEUNG, JEON JONG HYUK & SOAP]

It was an ordinary day for a young female scientist. She ran quickly into her lab, ready for her third week at work, her green eyes sparkled with anxiousness as her midnight black hair flowed freely, bouncing on her waist.

"Azalea, you're late... again," the head scientist said, looking at the young woman with mixed emotions.

"I'm sorry, Edgar. I woke up very early, but I slept off in the bus," Azalea explained, going to get her things ready when she broke a pipette glass. "Oops! Sorry," Azalea bent down to pick it up, only for the glass to pierce her skin.

"Ow!" she winced, and Edgar quickly rushed to stand beside her.

"Go and get it treated; I'll clean up the mess," he said, looking at the woman who had worked in the lab for a while but was still as clumsy as ever.

AZALEA (I)