Word on the street... In Hathian’s swelter, the city’s underbelly seethed with fresh stories. Word on the street is a red-haired hellion left her calling card on a naked cop, literally carving her legacy before vanishing like smoke. Not far from the Grind, whispers grew of a trio of women bold enough to snatch an officer and toss her in the back of a truck, leaving the badge scrambling in their wake. Meanwhile, chaos erupted at the Observer, where a supposed robbery saw laptops fly and journalists left battered, rumors swelling about vendettas and cover-ups. Trust no one—yesterday, the city reminded everyone: loyalty is for the desperate, and survival is always up for grabs.
