Word on the street... Night falls hard in Hathian, and rumor seeps through the gutters like spilled bourbon. Word on Berthier Street is the bakery’s pastry wars turned savage—fists and baguettes flying, someone’s scooter rampaging, and a sharp-tongued woman’s pistol spitting thunder through a cop car’s windshield. Some say those “gift” boxes passed around in the chaos hid more than sweets—maybe powdery secrets, now locked away in police evidence. Bloodied faces limped off into black alleys while scarred gangsters bartered silence for survival. No one’s sure who started the street brawl, but whispers claim old grudges and dirty narcotics fueled every broken jaw. In Crack Den, trust’s as brittle as glass tonight.
