'Coherency is Blood, and Blood is Power.' Ilyas wasn't supposed to be banished to the surface; he was a diligent and pure-hearted Vault Dweller, so why? Why damn him to a desolate hell?
But it wasn't as he thought it was. The surface wasn't just a figment of a bygone era devastated by an unfathomable war; no, it was a new era. A stronger era with things that shouldn't have survived, prospering. But worst of all, humanity wasn't the same. They were stronger, stranger and powerful enough to proclaim heavenly power. Yet once again, Ilyas the Vault Dweller found himself in an unfortunate position, pestered and oppressed by those who consolidated power in the new world.
Ilyas had already faced despair once; he wasn't about to again.