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.

the video," Cyrus began, his voice laced with unwavering certainty, ''we sent it directly to forensics for a

signs of tampering." Cyrus declared confidently, his words were like nails hammering into Nicholas, pinning him

physical evidence links you to the crime scene with

have irrefutable proof of your involvement in this murder,

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

erupted into a chilling,

clang of his handcuffs against the table echoed

was me," he

him

framed him for the

already arrested

Prosecute me, convict me.

it." "You are the police

had any dealings with the victim, no prior

then try to pin the blame on someone else?

threw at him,

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

handful of pills, he

wasn't an option, so

their way to