Word on the street... In the shadow-soaked heart of Hathian, the city whispered of secrets brewing behind shuttered doors. Last night, the air inside the city’s clubs and bars trembled with tensions—one woman’s hunger flickered beneath wary eyes as privacy became the new currency. Observers noted guarded figures slipping quietly into back rooms, rumors swirling of secret rendezvous shielded from the prying crowd. Meanwhile, above the restless streets, isolation clung to the lonely, their detachment as thick as the city’s fog. Mischief, too, had its moment; upstairs, playful dominance danced hand-in-hand with forbidden intimacy, sparking talk of shifting control in places the daylight never sees. Trust, once again, proved a rare commodity.
