Can’t Win Me Back

Nicholas' emotionless eyes widened as he watched the video.

It depicted a dimly lit alley behind a nightclub, where Nathan, the leader of the Ivory Gang, pinned his subordinate to the ground, raining blows upon him.

Shortly after, Nathan left the scene.

The subordinate was still alive.

He was attempting to get up when a dark figure suddenly leaped down from a wall.

Cyrus fixed Nicholas with an intense stare, his eyes betraying tension in the muscles around them.

The unexpected assailant didn't hesitate.

He stomped on the Ivory Gang member, grabbed a rock, and smashed it on the man's head thrice.

The subordinate crumpled, his head a sickening mess of blood.

A pool of crimson bloomed around him, a horrifying final image as life ebbed away.

The initial lighting was dim, shrouding the killer's face in darkness.

However, as if by fate's intervention, the lighting on the nightclub‘s flashy signage flickered to life momentarily, revealing the killer's face—Nicholas, his features spattered with blood.

began, his voice laced with unwavering certainty,

entirely authentic, with no signs of tampering." Cyrus declared confidently, his words were like nails hammering into Nicholas, pinning him down with

you to the crime scene

have irrefutable proof of your involvement in

first-degree murder, even without a

erupted into a chilling,

clang of his handcuffs against the

it was me," he

him

him

you've already arrested

Prosecute me, convict me.

are

had any dealings with the victim, no

brutality and then try to pin the blame

they threw at him, his

still recovering from his injuries, made his way to Schmidt

handful of pills, he

so medication was

their way to the meeting room