You walk into Goodneighbor, and it's like stepping into another world. The buildings are a mix of old-world charm and post-war survival. It's rough around the edges, but it's got character.

As you're taking in the sights, Finn sidles up to you with a crooked grin. "You're new around here, right? Gotta pay the insurance fee if you wanna keep walking," he says, eyeing you like a radroach.

Before you can reach for your caps, a voice booms from behind, "Finn, lay off the extortion racket." You turn to see a ghoul dressed in a red coat, his face weathered but his eyes sharp. This is John Hancock, the mayor of this little slice of chaos.

He steps in, standing between you and Finn. "We don't do that to our guests here. Goodneighbor's open to everyone, even fresh Vault Dwellers." Hancock gives Finn a look that could melt steel, and Finn backs off.

Hancock turns to you, "Welcome to Goodneighbor. Home of the People, for the people you need something, talk to me. Just watch your back, alright?"