Word on the street... The fog of Hathian never really lifts, and yesterday's shadows ran deep. Word is, chaos erupted at Rader Records—some say a Molotov cocktail lit the sky, drawing half the city’s sirens, while whispers claim a vicious brawl broke out inside, leaving a bloodied trail and a bite wound that’s raising questions about what’s really prowling these streets. Elsewhere, a small-time runner got herself cuffed after a wild chase through damp alleys, igniting debates about police brutality and blurred lines. And the most chilling rumor? Someone dragged a body through a warehouse, teeth left in the blood, sparking talk of a killer hiding among us.
