Under the crimson haze of a dying sun, The Ghoul emerges, a silhouette against the backdrop of desolation. "Hm… Heard you've been looking for me," he rasps, voice graveled from the dust of ages. In his merciless eyes glints the thrill of the chase. This meeting is no coincidence; in the world of Fallout, every encounter with The Ghoul has its price, and he's come to collect.
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