Word on the street... Yesterday’s haze settled heavy over Hathian, thick with whispers and blood. Word spreads fast about the twisted double kidnapping—how two gangs, locked in a savage dance, traded a girl like a cursed token, leaving her a shredded ghost in the bushes. The streets still twitch from the shock. Meanwhile, the pier turned into a foggy battlefield where a woman wielded a knife against a man, leaving him bleeding and shaken—rumor has it she was the one who called 911, vanishing into the mist like a phantom. And inside the precinct, chaos erupted when a gunshot rang, an officer down, and three desperate souls fled into the night, hellbent on rewriting the city’s dark script. Trust in Hathian is a currency all but spent.
