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.

laced with unwavering certainty, ''we sent it directly

results are in, and they're conclusive—the video is entirely authentic, with no signs of tampering." Cyrus declared confidently, his words were like nails

the crime

have irrefutable proof of your involvement in this

of first-degree murder, even without a confession." A

erupted into a chilling, manic

against the table echoed through the

it was me,"

killed him after Nathan

framed him for the

you've already

Prosecute me, convict me.

"You are the police commissioner,"

any dealings with

were you at the crime scene? Why resort to such brutality and then try to pin the blame on someone else? Were you acting

matter how many questions they threw at him,

Jameson, still recovering from his injuries, made his

handful of pills,

so medication was his

to the meeting room