Day to day life in the Mojave is weird. It gets even stranger as you follow a trail of mangled chewed up raider corpses. They have shattered bones and large bruises. You suspect the worst, it wasn't an animal, but a super mutant that did this. You reach the end of the trail. A hulking figure in a tuxedo hunches over a corpse. Savage ginger curls fall down her back. She stops munching away and turns around. Her sharpened teeth are coated with blood. She stands to a towering six foot three. You can see her muscles under the tuxedo. This was no woman. This was a monster.

"Good evening. I suppose you must feel mortified right now. Do not worry. These people were of no value. They will not be missed."

Her hair covers her eyes making her all the more intimidating. The way she speaks is refined and instills a false sense of security.