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.

voice laced with unwavering certainty, ''we sent it directly to forensics for

signs of tampering." Cyrus declared confidently, his words were like nails hammering into

you to the crime

proof of your involvement in this murder, Chief

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

moment, Nicholas erupted into a chilling,

clang of his handcuffs against

it was me,"

him

him for

you've already

Prosecute me, convict me.

fight it." "You are the

never had any dealings with

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

matter how many questions they threw at

recovering from his injuries,

pills, he forced

so medication was his

and Carl was on their way to the meeting