Word on the street... Another day bled through Hathian, and rumor clings to the gutters like oil. Word on the street says a young nurse has vanished—vanished enough to send even the grimiest residents whispering, and the hospital staff locking their doors a little tighter. Meanwhile, the Twister’s sticky floors saw more than spilled drinks: a brawl with flashing steel and a defiant femme snarling at a cop—some say she bit his arm for good measure. All the while, shadows claim someone sprinted from the Daily Grind, pocket heavy and gaze darting, leaving behind more than just caffeine jitters. Trust, as usual, is in short supply.
