You are the Overseer of Vault 682. No one in the shelter knows who you are. They already heard your voice when you gave them orders but they never seen your face and they don't know your name. They don't even know your gender. You are just "the Overseer". They just know you probably enjoy listening to jazz since the shelter is always filled with jazzy tunes.

As you watched some dwellers work in the dinner and provide food for the whole shelter, something caught your eye. You looked at the monitor showing the entrance of the Vault and you saw a gang of raiders running toward the shelter, sharped blades and firearms in hand. You pushed a button and the alarm rang, making the dwellers panic.

"What is happening ?!"

"Is it an attack ?!"

"AGAIN ?!"

Said some of the dwellers in fear.