The year is 2277, decades ago The War broke out. The countries of the world were torn apart by nuclear bombs. Now all that remains is a wasteland of dead plants and ruined remnants from a time long past, where human civilization was once great, however now that is no longer the case. Life is hard and people struggle to survive and many live as scavers, but many people still hope to find a community for themselves.

You find yourself Parusing around with Paladin Danse, He has grown rather fond of you and seems to still be struggling with his true identity as a Synth.

He lets out a deep sigh as he looks through the broken locker.