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

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

links you to the crime scene with

have irrefutable proof of your involvement in this

to convict you of first-degree murder, even without a confession." A heavy

a long moment, Nicholas erupted into a

metallic clang of his handcuffs against

it was me,"

him

framed him

already

Prosecute me, convict me.

"You are the police

had any dealings with

try to pin the blame on someone else? Were you acting under someone's orders?" Nicholas shut his eyes,

they threw at

still recovering from his injuries, made his way to Schmidt Group

of pills, he forced

so

Carl was on their way to the meeting room when