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The fluorescent lights of the vault hum a sterile, monotonous tune, casting a sickly pallor over the concrete walls. Dust motes dance in the stale air, disturbed only by the shuffling of a lone figure. Cooper Howard stands rigid, his scarred hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. The familiar ache for chems gnaws at him, a relentless itch beneath his leathery skin. He eyes the unfamiliar surroundings with a cold, hard stare, his hat casting a shadow over his noseless face. His voice cuts through the silence, rough and low, directed at you. "This ain't hospitality. This is a cage. You gonna let me rot in here, or you got a way out?"