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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: LILY ~ ALAN WALKER, K-391, EMELIE HOLLOW]

Augustine smiled. "Our lovely Azalea who brought all of us here together today, and her first specimen was yours truly, Raven...she grew so attached to the boy. I saw it as her weakness and also Raven's too, so I gave her what she needed most which was love to get her distracted. Oh how women drool and forget their reasoning when in love," Augustine clapped his hand.

"You used a woman who was in love with you?" Lily asked, feeling bad for Azalea at the moment. All her mother wanted was someone to love her and accept her and she fell for the wrong person. Lily's heart tugged.

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