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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: DEAR OLD NICKI ~ NICKI MINAJ]

The calendar hung crooked on the wall, each day meticulously marked for the past five years. Yet, today's date remained blank, a stark reminder that time, unlike memory, waits for no one.

The ray of the warm morning streamed inside the room, casting shadows on the face of the girl who was now sleeping, but her face contorted like she was having a bad dream. And when she finally opened her green eyes, she touched the side of her bed as if someone was supposed to be there with her. She sighed, the same routine every morning when she woke up.

MEMORIES DON'T LIVE LIKE PEOPLE DO