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.

his voice laced with unwavering certainty, ''we sent it

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

the crime scene with

your

video and physical evidence are enough to convict you of first-degree murder, even without a confession." A heavy silence descended upon the

erupted into a chilling, manic

his handcuffs against

was

killed him

framed him for

already arrested

Prosecute me, convict me.

are the police commissioner," Cyrus

any dealings with the victim,

and then try to pin the blame on

matter how many questions they threw at him,

still recovering from his injuries,

of pills,

an option, so

way to the meeting room when