Word on the street... In Hathian’s bruised underbelly, rumor travels faster than sirens. Whispers tell of a brutal ambush behind Comiquities—an officer found bleeding and battered, the work of masked wolves in the city’s war on order. Later, the Vudu Spice Shop turned battlefield: fists flew, tasers crackled, and old scores were settled between police and notorious outlaws. Shattered glass and bruised egos marked the aftermath, with the law dragging more than one legend to cold, steel cells. Meanwhile, in shadowed clubs and smoky bars, a dancer's playful defiance flickered, hinting at vulnerability behind every wink. Trust is scarce, but gossip? That’s Hathian’s true currency.
