Word on the street... Rain hammered the cracked pavement, washing blood and secrets into Hathian’s gutters. Yesterday, word quickly spread of a fierce standoff in a butcher shop—witnesses whisper of a red-headed wild card wielding a bat, tempting the badge with bribes before turning feral. The cops dragged her off, but some say she smiled in the cuffs. In Reject territory, a seizure nearly tipped fragile truces into open war; some say desperate hands tried to save a fallen woman while others circled, hungry for violence. And in the alleys, rumor runs that a sly trickster slipped past suspicion—though the streets remember everything, and no one ever vanishes for long.
