Word on the street... Another day in Hathian’s shadows, and the streets whispered louder than ever. Word is, the Haven gang’s grip tightened after a brutal ambush left a rival barely clinging to life, blood spilled near the Clam HQ, and whispers of betrayal cutting deeper than knives. Elsewhere, a street brawl exploded into chaos—coffee flying, tasers buzzing, and fists swinging—forcing cops and gang affiliates into tangled cuffs beneath cold neon lights. Meanwhile, the Cemetery saw two figures lingering suspiciously, defying curfew and law alike, stirring speculation of a darker scheme brewing beneath the mausoleum’s silence. In Hathian, trust is a currency neither held nor given, and the night only sharpens the knives.
