Word on the street... Even in Hathian’s rare clarity, the city churned with rumors as thick as the river’s silt. Whispers swirled after a brazen bar brawl—one witnessed a notorious troublemaker, wild-eyed, tackle the law itself, knife in hand, only to drop hard from a cop’s taser. That mess left talk of old grudges and fresh bruises lingering in every alley. Meanwhile, word flitted of a battered figure limping through the morning fog, her scars from last night’s violence still raw, trading joints for secrets while keeping her back to the wall. Some say there’s a fresh snitch on the street. Others? They call it survival.
