Word on the street... In the tangled veins of Hathian, yesterday bled chaos and whispered warnings. Word is a shadowy pact of street ghosts, masked and manic, have been dosing officers with a wicked concoction—Devil’s Bliss—that twists reality into neon nightmares and reckless dares. One poor soul still limps from a crowbar’s kiss, another nursing burns and bruises that no badge could hide. Meanwhile, a sharp-tongued dame, fresh from a notorious past, tore through the precinct with a makeshift blade before being hauled away in cuffs. And beneath the flickering streetlights, hushed murmurs tell of a missing piece—a firearm lost but not forgotten—tying blood and betrayal to the city’s restless heartbeat. Trust no one; the night’s just getting started.
