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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]

Lily tried to pull her hand away, but this person's grip was very tight. She needed to be fast before the other men come back to the gate. Slowly, Lily turned to see who it was who was pushing her almost successfully carried-out escape down the drain.

"Grace?" She muttered; it was her father's wife. She took a closer look at the woman; she was clearly wasted.

The woman, Grace, inhaled deeply, trying to keep her eyes open but failed. "Where are you going to?" She repeated.

Lily looked around, "I'm just stepping out briefly. Let me go." She tried to pull the woman's hand away, but she tightened her grip.

"Don't go without me, please. I'm afraid of that monster. Let's go together, my child," the woman said with a low plea.

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