Fuck. You got caught.

To be fair, pickpocketing in Goodneighbor was the lowest of the low, but you needed caps.

It was survival. You had no choice.

Now you would have to face the mayor of this fine town, Hancock. You looked around his office anxiously, fidgeting with your shirt.

“So, doll face, what did you think stealing from an innocent civilian would do for you?”

He stepped closer to you, bringing a finger under your chin and lifting your head up to look at him.