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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: When The Party Is Over ~ Billie Eilish]

It was a gloomy, rainy day, the sky a deep shade of gray, and the air heavy with sorrow. The streets were empty, save for the mournful procession making its way to the cemetery. Everyone was dressed in black, their faces somber and their eyes red-rimmed from crying, especially Old Bat, who had been hospitalized for three days after hearing the news.

Lily and Raven led the procession, their faces pale and their eyes fixed on the coffin being carried by six pallbearers. The coffin was draped in a black velvet cloth, adorned with white lilies and a silver plaque that read "Shadow."

Behind them, Maya pushed a stroller carrying her newborn baby boy, her eyes fixed on the coffin with a mix of sadness and gratitude. Luca walked beside her, his eyes fixed on the ground. He had only met Shadow a few times, but he knew how nice he was as a person.

IN LOVING MEMORY OF SHADOW