Word on the street... Hathian’s shadows stretched longer yesterday, and the city didn’t blink. Rumor has it the Rejects’ latest message was brutal—an officer taken down near Lou’s, left bleeding but breathing, thanks to a vest that caught two bullets. The gruff duo behind the assault vanished into the storm, leaving whispers of payback for jailhouse betrayals. Meanwhile, a rare daylight raid peeled open the motor shop’s bones—tools, cash, and gear vanished like smoke, sparking talk of inside help from a silence-loving man with bleached hair. And then, the pier whispered of a tortured soul, dumped and broken, waking to a darkness deeper than the bayou’s own. Hathian’s pulse beats on, broken but loud.
