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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: Past Lives ~ Sapientdream & Slushii]

Dylan sat on the floor with bottles of alcohol littered around him, his hair looking disheveled and unkempt while he smoked a brown substance that had him wheezing after inhaling it. He could still remember how his father died that day, all alone inside the car, and he wasn't able to save him or do anything—all he did was run away to save himself. He picked up a bottle of alcohol, bringing it close to his tongue. He tapped it, but it was empty. He angrily threw it away.

"Dylan!" Victoria shouted. "You need to get yourself together right this instant." She picked up the bottle, bringing out a broom so she could sweep up the glass. "Dylan, I know you're hurt, but this is not the time to throw tantrums," she said with a low voice.

Dylan chuckled dryly, "Tantrums? I fucking lost my father here!" he shouted.

A SOUL TRAPPED IN THE PAST