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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: The Old Whistle ~ Oh Yeo Na]

The day of the event finally arrived. Men of high standing in the city were the first to be welcomed, including the mayor, who walked in with Augustine and Edgar as they posed for the camera with bright smiles. Everyone greeted those they could recognize and made new friends.

Raven, on the other hand, stood at the last floor of the building, where he could see everyone through a glass. His side rested on his walking cane, but he still stood tall, with white trousers and a shirt whose sleeves were carefully rolled up to his arms. His keen eyes watched the guests who had arrived, his main interest not on Augustine but on the girl whose brown hair now flowed down to her waist.

Lily stood beside her father, greeting the guests who came to introduce themselves.

TAKING THE STAGE