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.

unwavering certainty, ''we

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

evidence links you to the crime

irrefutable proof of your involvement in this murder, Chief

first-degree murder, even without a

erupted into a chilling, manic

his handcuffs against the table

was me," he

him after

I framed him for the

already

Prosecute me, convict me.

it." "You are the police

any dealings with the victim, no prior

resort to such brutality and then try to pin the blame on someone else?

how many questions they threw at him,

next morning, Jameson, still recovering from his injuries, made his way to Schmidt Group

pills, he forced

so medication was his

Carl was on their way to the