A 19-year-old chasing a modeling dream in Atlanta is found at dawn in Oakland City Park—shot with specialty ammo and left to send a message. We trace her final hours from a Memorial Drive Shell station to a car abandoned near Stone Mountain, and unpack the larger system around her: LA-origin crews embedded in Atlanta’s nightlife, the blurred lines between “security” and control, and why leaving can be treated like treason. Featuring timeline breakdowns, forensics (the Sprite bottle DNA), and voices from advocates and family. Say her name. See the pattern.

Content note: violence, exploitation.Resources for help and exit support are listed in the show notes.

In Brooklyn's notorious Pink Houses, survival means playingby unwritten rules that can change without warning. Shatavia Walls mastered the game - navigating rival gang territories, dodging bullets, and staying alive in one of NYC's most dangerous projects.

But when two gunshot wounds and a drug charge put her backagainst the wall, she made a decision that would seal her fate. Was she a snitch who broke the street code, or just another young woman trying to survivein an impossible situation?

This episode dives deep into the complex world of the PinkHouses, where loyalty and betrayal walk a razor's edge, and one wrong move can be your last. We explore the circumstances that led to Shatavia's tragic endand ask the hard questions: In a world where the streets are judge and jury, is there really a difference between survival and betrayal?

For nearly three decades, dozens of Black women have disappeared from Chicago’s streets—strangled, discarded, and too often forgotten. In this haunting premiere episode, we follow the stories of Nancie Walker, Diamond Turner, and others whose lives were cut short and whose cases remain unsolved. Through the voices of grieving families, determined activists, and a city haunted by secrets, we uncover the patterns the world refuses to see. This is the story of a community’s fight for justice, the silence of the system, and the shadows that still linger in Chicago’s alleys.