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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: HAPPINESS IS A BUTTERFLY ~ LANA DEL REY]

Sitting in front of the mirror, Lily touched the side of her face where the ceramic plate had cut her.

"It stings," she muttered, trying to clean it by herself, but her hand wasn't steady. The girl let out a frustrated sigh. This was the reason she never tried to come back home, all these years. It was either her father forcing her to study something she wasn't interested in, or his wife throwing harsh words at her. Lily dropped the cotton bud she was holding and went to rest her back on the bed.

Close to her bed was a picture of her own mother, who died when she was young according to what she was told. She held the picture frame close to her chest.

FREEDOM