Word on the street... Another blood-caked dawn in Hathian, and the whispers run like cheap whiskey through the gutters. Word on the street is the pawn shop turned into a warzone—officers left battered, dragged from their own stronghold by a pair of shadows quicker with fists than conscience. They say a redheaded fugitive vanished into the alleys, wanted for more than just bruises—there’s talk of a missing soul, and her name’s wrapped tight around it. Meanwhile, a rare Porsche carved chaos across Berthier, a swinging bat leaving an officer crumpled while the driver sped into legend. Survival’s a crooked game here—yesterday proved just how many are willing to cheat.
