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

entirely authentic, with no signs of tampering." Cyrus declared

the crime

your involvement in this murder, Chief

of first-degree murder, even without a confession." A heavy silence descended

a long moment, Nicholas erupted into

handcuffs against the table echoed through

was me,"

him

I framed him for

already

Prosecute me, convict me.

it." "You are the

dealings with the

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

many questions they threw at him, his

Jameson, still recovering from his

handful of pills, he

an option, so medication was

to the meeting room when Carl's phone