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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: Je te laisserai des mots ~ Patrick Easton]

Lily stayed in the woman's embrace for a moment, until she finally stopped crying. Then she moved back.

"I'm sorry, I just got so emotional with the story I heard," she cleaned her eyes with the back of her hand.

Mrs. Casgrove sighed, "You're really not like your father. Come, come... come sit down," she held Lily's hand and walked them to the living room.

Raven hesitated for a moment, watching Lily to see if she remembered or just cried because his story was touching, but she didn't show any sign. He followed them but didn't sit down; he walked around the room, looking at the picture frames.

"I'm very sorry about my father's actions and how he tore you away from your beloved daughter," Lily said to the woman as they were now seated.

Mrs. Casgrove exhaled, "A man like that deserves no happiness whatsoever. I know he is your father, but..." The woman's voice trailed off.

TRACING LOST LIVES