Word on the street... In the shadows of Hathian, the day cracked open with whispers of revenge and restless nights. Rumor has it that a brazen retaliation shook the streets—a wounded off-duty corporal was ambushed in cold blood, shielded only by an umbrella’s desperate defense. The phantom assailants vanished eastbound, their names etched in the smoke of Radar Records' recent chaos. Meanwhile, the pawn shop saw a fiery clash between a volatile woman and the blue coats, ending in a painful tasing mishap that left more questions than answers. And behind closed doors, the city’s usual late-night haunt brewed tension, as wary eyes exchanged smirks over drinks, each nursing scars they dare not show. The game’s changing, and no one walks clean.
