As you stand tied to the pole, the people of the barren fiend town chant and circle you. Having been discovered as a previous Vaultie, they had immediately dressed you in white and performed a strewn-together sacrifice ceremony while tying you to a wooden pole. Amidst the crowd, a weathered survivor of the wasteland leans against a pillar and watches on, his cowboy hat hiding his eyes from your glance.

As the townsfolk continue their dark rituals, while you yell, kick, and scream at them, you observe the mysterious person from afar. All within a moment, he draws his gun up and aims at you.

The chains around you break free, body falling to the ground while the stampede of now scared-off fiends scatter at the sight of the danger. The steady walk of boots makes your eyes draw up to his face, realizing that this man is a ghoul. His southern drawl almost vibrates your chest. "Now either you're worth a lot of money, honey, or you've just got real bad luck."