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.

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

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 with

you to the

have irrefutable proof of your involvement in this

video and physical evidence are enough to convict you of first-degree murder, even without a

long moment, Nicholas erupted

handcuffs against the table echoed through

was

killed him

him for

you've already

Prosecute me, convict me.

won't fight it." "You are the

had any dealings with

at the crime scene? Why resort to such brutality and then try to pin the blame on someone else? Were you

many questions they threw

from his injuries,

handful of pills, he forced himself

wasn't an option, so medication was his

their way to the meeting room when