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.

laced with unwavering certainty, ''we

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

to the crime scene with a

of your involvement in this

are enough to convict you of first-degree murder, even without a confession." A heavy silence

a long moment, Nicholas erupted into a chilling,

of his handcuffs against the table echoed through

it was me,"

killed him

him for

already

Prosecute me, convict me.

it." "You are the police commissioner,"

with the victim,

Why resort to such brutality and then try to pin the blame

threw at

next morning, Jameson, still recovering from his injuries, made his way to

a handful of pills, he forced himself

so medication was

to the meeting room when Carl's phone