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.

unwavering certainty,

with no signs of tampering." Cyrus declared confidently, his words were like nails hammering into Nicholas, pinning him down with the

to the crime scene with

proof of your involvement

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

a long moment, Nicholas erupted into a chilling, manic

against the table echoed through the

was

him after

framed him for

you've already arrested

Prosecute me, convict me.

it." "You are the police commissioner,"

never had any dealings with the victim,

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

questions they threw at him, his lips

from his

a handful of pills, he forced

option, so medication was his

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