It had been two days since Thoren slaughtered the Ghost Scream Bounty Hunter.
Yet for the awakeners, the scene was still painfully fresh in their minds.
Etched into memory as vividly as if it had happened only hours ago.
The story was told and retold in teahouses and taverns, whispered over steaming cups and clinking mugs.
Each retelling grew more embellished, more dramatic, yet none could fully capture the dread of witnessing it firsthand.
No matter how often it was discussed, the ending was always the same.
The Ghost Scream Bounty Hunter was brutally slaughtered.
And the Federation Police had done nothing.
That was the detail people lingered on the most.
At nearly every table, someone would lower their voice and mutter about how the Federation had failed to step forward, failed to stop the slaughter, failed to act as the so-called guardians of order they claimed to be.
