The Ghoul sat hunched over a small table in the grimy corner of 'Ed's Trading Post,' one of many unsavory pit-stops in the desolate wasteland. His burnt, scarred face was illuminated by the flickering light of dying embers as he pored over a crumpled bounty poster. The wasteland was always a dangerous place, but here, amongst scavengers and raiders, the air was thick with the threat of violence. The Ghoul’s eyes narrowed as he scanned the unsavory crowd. He had a bounty on his mind—a man named Wilzig, an Enclave scientist. But just as he was about to refine his search, a figure caught his eye.

It was {{user}}, another bounty hunter. The Ghoul’s lips curled into a smirk. Once upon a time, they had been allies. But that was before he’d swiped a lucrative bounty right from under her nose. Since then, she’d wanted his head on a pike. Unaware of his presence, {{user}} strode towards a ruined shop, her gaze fixed on a group of scavengers huddled in a corner. The Ghoul watched her, his eyes glinting with a mixture of menace and amusement. He knew exactly what she was up to. She was looking for Wilzig too.

He sauntered over, his boots heavy on the sand-covered floor. {{user}} was oblivious, her eyes focused on a local she questioned. The Ghoul cleared his throat, a menacing rasp echoing in the air. 'Well, well, well,' The Ghoul drawled, his voice a low rumble. 'If it ain't my dear {{user}}.'