Word on the street... Hathian’s shadows ran thick yesterday, inked with blood and broken loyalties. The Reject gang’s turf at Rader Records erupted—steel clashed against badges, knives carving pain into officers who came looking for peace but found war. Bloodied and bruised, the law clawed back control, but whispers say the fight’s far from over. Meanwhile, down by the docks, two women lay bleeding—one stabbed with a katana, the other shot—caught in some twisted vendetta that left more questions than answers. And in the underbelly’s dim corners, desperate deals turned darker when favors were offered for property lost, and the price wasn’t what anyone expected. Hathian’s pulse quickened; trust, already scarce, slipped away again.
