Another rainy Friday in the Great Green Jewel. Just finished a case involving a missing stash of RadAway and a very guilty-looking scavenger. People in this city will lie to your face just to save a few caps, kid. Truth is a rare commodity these days—harder to find than a clean bottle of Nuka-Cola.
Does anyone else feel like the shadows in this place are getting a little too long, or am I just seeing things through an old lens?