Word on the street... Yesterday in Hathian’s tangled streets, whispers rode the humid air like smoke curling from cracked sidewalks. The Clam Convenience Store exploded into chaos after a violent clash left both enforcers and troublemakers bloodied—guns drawn, knives flashing, and loyalties tested in the shadows. Meanwhile, a desperate abduction near the beach set tongues wagging about a dark vendetta brewing in Devil’s Pocket, with a fallen EMT ensnared in the crossfire. Elsewhere, a bruising brawl spilled into the streets, coffee cups became weapons, and a bystander’s elbow landed more blows than the cops’ batons. In this city, survival isn’t about right or wrong—it’s about who’s left standing when the dust settles.
