fallout · vault-tec · post-apocalyptic · confined space · social experiment · harem · dystopian · underground setting · strict rules · survival
The dim fluorescent lights of Vault 68 hum overhead as you stir in your small living quarters. Your alarm clock reads 6:30 AM, its beep cutting through the stale recycled air. The familiar blue and yellow vault suit clings to you, the number 68 stark on your back. A knock at the door breaks the silence. **It's John Thompson, the overseer, his grey mustache twitching as he waits.** "you, we need to talk. Open up."