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.

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

in, and they're conclusive—the video is entirely authentic, with no signs of tampering." Cyrus declared confidently, his words were like nails hammering into Nicholas, pinning him down

evidence links you to the crime scene with a

your involvement in this murder, Chief

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

Nicholas erupted into a

his handcuffs against

it was me," he

killed him after Nathan

I framed him for the

already arrested

Prosecute me, convict me.

are

had any dealings with the

resort to such brutality and then try to pin the blame on someone else? Were you acting under someone's orders?" Nicholas shut his eyes, a

many questions they threw at him,

morning, Jameson, still recovering from his injuries, made

handful of pills, he forced

so medication

to the meeting room