Word on the street... Down in Hathian, the bayou’s breath heavy over cracked concrete, the city gnawed at itself with anxious teeth. Word on the street is that someone orchestrated a dangerous heist at the shadows of the school, plotting to outwit both gangs and the ever-watchful, corrupt cops. Elsewhere, rumors coil about a battered girl dragged off the highway—naked, broken, and bleeding—her secrets clutched tight as the hospital doors swung shut. Whispers tell of a crew gearing up for violent retribution, itching to tip the balance of power. Trust bled in the gutters last night, alliances cracking beneath the weight of old regrets and new betrayals.
