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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

Maya sat inside the interrogation room, her head resting on the table. It had been hours since they left her this way after she had refused to name Raven as the detective wanted. She fell asleep and woke up, yet there was no good news and no visitor was allowed inside to see her. She knew that Old Bat, Lily, and everyone else would be worried, but she was also ashamed of her numerous videos that were now in the internet community.

The door to the interrogation room opened and Maya raised her face; it was the detective, and he came inside with food and drink. Maya's stomach grumbled in response; she was famished.

"Are you not hungry?" The detective opened the food, which had a large amount of ribeye portions and was steaming hot.

Maya pressed her lips, "I am," she replied. "But I can't agree to what I didn't do either. Please, hear me out. I am not the one who killed the girl earlier, nor did Mr. Ryker give me any such order."

SWEEPING IT UNDER THE RUG