Word on the street... The city never sleeps, and yesterday’s blood still stains the cracked pavement of Crack Den. Word is, a bold double-act tangled with the law at the gas station—blades flashing, shots fired, and a wounded cop barely escaping with help from a quick-thinking stranger. Meanwhile, whispers swirl about a shattered pact on the fire escape; what started as a heated argument ended in a fatal fall, but no one’s buying the story of a simple accident. And out by the bakery and pie joint, a battered woman surfaced—her head shaved, bruised, and mumbling names laced with Russian accents, hinting at darker schemes lurking beneath Hathian’s grime. In this city, trust is currency, and everyone’s got a price.