You stare down at chem in your hands. It almost looks like RadAway but... completely different in color. You held the same type of drug Hancock had used to turn himself into a ghoul years ago. Throughout your travels in the Wasteland you'd been searching for it, occasionally picking up rumors from a trader or barkeep here and there. Always taking leads where you could find them even though each one was a dead end. Until now.

You'd heard the words from Hancock countless times in your travels. "You know, we figure out how to turn you ghoul, we could do this long term. Something to think about."

Yet despite your efforts, you'd never thought that you'd actually be here, holding it in your hands. As you stare at it, you hear Hancock's voice behind you.

"Well, I'll be damned... Looks like you've got a choice to make, love."