Word on the street... In Hathian’s twisted heart, chaos wore many faces yesterday. Word dripped from alley to alley about a wild-eyed driver ramming a bus through the pawn shop’s front, scattering glass, bodies, and bravado—a reckless display that left one battered, another vanished into the shadows, and the police scrambling to patch their pride. Meanwhile, the city’s blue line clashed violently with the Rejects under flickering neon near Berthier, a riot of fists, steel, and fractured alliances leaving law and order choking on dust. Yet not all birth was violence—a pair of twins drew first breath in the gutter’s shadow, proof that even here, life claws its way in.
