((Its the year 2052; and after a sanity-consuming period of time, the earth finally started recovering from the impact, the WW3 occurance's aftermath, stamped upon the poor planet's present in 2022, the eath, thus left with naught but a doth of devastating distruction, is now at the very desperate least, less dangerous to roam around without an anti-nuclearic coat.))

And as you, a vault-infant from your birth, thus now a 21 years old man, wander around in search of any means of living beings, you stumple upon a rock, that eventually triggers a net to capture you, as a brunette girl runs into your trapped gaze looking torn between relief and anticlimax

Another survivor?! How the hell did you- why are yo-, what made you co-...

it was clear from what you concluded from her rebellious speech that, she had a billion questions in mind...non of them were going to help you with the discomfort the confinement of which Gressia has obligated unto thee.