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.

video," Cyrus began, his voice laced with unwavering certainty, ''we sent it directly to forensics for

authentic, with no signs of tampering." Cyrus declared confidently, his words were like nails hammering into

evidence links you to the

have irrefutable proof of your involvement in

enough to convict you of first-degree murder,

a long moment, Nicholas erupted into a chilling,

handcuffs against the table echoed

it was me,"

killed him

I framed him for the

you've already

Prosecute me, convict me.

"You are the police commissioner," Cyrus

any dealings with the victim, no prior

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

questions they threw at

next morning, Jameson, still recovering from his injuries,

handful of pills, he

an option, so medication was his only

and Carl was on their way to