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.

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

results are 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,

the crime scene with

irrefutable proof of your involvement in this murder, Chief

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

a long moment, Nicholas erupted

his handcuffs against the table

was me,"

him after Nathan

I framed him for the

already

Prosecute me, convict me.

are the police

any dealings with the victim, no

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

threw at him,

still recovering from his injuries, made

handful of pills, he forced himself

an option, so

Carl was on their way to the meeting room when Carl's