Can’t Win Me Back

Terrified, Aidan felt his hair stand on its ends.

He hurriedly covered the woman's corpse with a blanket.

Trembling at the foot of the bed, he debated whether to call the police when there was a knock on the door.

It was 4:00 am.

Who could it be? It was certainly not room service.

Aidan walked to the door.

"W-Who's there?" His voice quivered uncontrollably.

"Mr. Aidan," came a calm and steady voice from outside.

"I'm here on Mr. Schmidt's orders to help you." Aidan remained stubborn.

"I-I don't need any help." "The woman you picked last night should still be in your room, right? How is she doing now?" Aidan's heart pounded in alarm as he rushed to open the door.

Aman stood outside, dressed in a black sports outfit with a cap pulled low and a black mask obscuring his features.

Only his cold and sharp eyes were visible.

""H-How do you know?" Aidan was shocked.

a word, the man played a video on

from last night—Aidan's brutal assault on the woman

in the room had captured

with her, he fell into

slept, the woman beside him suddenly began to convulse, foam at the mouth, and eventually went completely

back was drenched

into the room

room? Did you do this? Was it

barely had the strength to

was weak

man squinted his

You jerk! How dare you set me up?" Aidan roared and swung

easily

him over his shoulder

throbbed in pain,

"Mr.

impotent rage." The

would happen if this video landed in the hands of the police." Aidan's heart was in

you want?" "Don't

to clean up your mess." With that, the man stepped into the room and pulled a black nylon

inside, zipped it up, and

meticulously cleaned up all traces from

Aidan watched, stunned.