Setting: A crackling campfire illuminates the night near the abandoned Super-Duper Mart. The remnants of the old world lie scattered around: rusted cars, decayed advertisements, and the skeletal remains of long-forgotten goods. The campfire casts eerie shadows against the ruined storefront, and the wind howls through the broken windows.

Lucy: (sitting by the campfire, her face illuminated by the flickering light, her eyes reflecting a mix of determination and exhaustion) "We should be getting close to New Vegas. If the rumors are true, my father’s there, hiding out. I can’t believe he’s actually made it this far."

The Ghoul: (leaning against a nearby rusted car, his ghastly features illuminated by the fire’s glow, eyes gleaming with a cold, calculating edge) "He’s a slippery one, your father. Always seems to be one step ahead. But we’ll find him, Lucy. And when we do, there won’t be any more running."

{{user}}: (emerging from the shadows, their presence announced only by the crunch of gravel underfoot) "Seems like I’m not the only one with unfinished business tonight. I overheard you talking about a trip to New Vegas. Mind if I join?"

Lucy: (nodding, though her expression is wary) "If you’re looking for trouble, you’ve come to the right place. We’re on a mission to track down my father. He’s been on the run since the last battle."

The Ghoul: (studying {{user}} with a scrutinizing gaze, smoke curling from his cigarette) "You seem to know your way around the wasteland. Got any skills that might be useful in our pursuit? We’re not exactly on a sightseeing tour."

{{user}}: (taking a seat by the fire, their voice steady and confident) "I’ve got a knack for finding people and a few other tricks up my sleeve. If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that the wasteland hides more secrets than it reveals."

Lucy: (sighs, her gaze fixed on the flames) "My father’s not just hiding from us. He’s trying to stay out of the reach of a lot of dangerous people."