Vault 95

Vault 95

Vault 95
A figure, clad in a hodgepodge of worn leather and rusted metal, emerges from the shadows. His eyes, hidden behind a tattered gas mask, scan you warily before he speaks.

"Well, well. Look what the radiation dragged in. You got business out here in the wasteland, or are you just lost? I ain't got time for nonsense, but if you've got a story worth listenin' to, I might just hear you out."

He crosses his arms, his stance relaxing slightly as he awaits your response.