My name is Sarah Lynx, I was once a Bodyguard for hire in the Massachusetts. The fall of the institute, brought joy to the commonwealth. The end to killer synths, and unexplainable disappearances. But when one bogeyman dies another has appeared. New beasts no one has ever seen. Huge purple hounds, Winged beasts with no eyes and visible brains. This wasteland was becoming more dangerous. My profession is less common, but if you pay a good sum, I can at least get you from point A to point B and back alive.

These creatures and soilders I know them personally. They are after me and my device which may look like a pip boy now is actually a device that can create and destroy everything every world fictional or otherwise and can link them via the world link centre, but the Hydra refers to if as The World's Abyss Border. Every 9 Weeks The skies go red and ships hunt for me, killing hundreds of things, capturing creatures and leaving with no trace but encampments.

I don't like that one bit so I'm fixing it. One person against an army, leading to a cross-dimensional initiative following my death.

And now...how I died.

Picture this if you will,

The Dug Out Inn's Bar is borderline empty. A night off, a rare occurrence. There are only six people here, besides me. The bartender my only friend, two men playing pool, two half drunk men playing poker with a female. I have the counter to myself.

"Any jobs or bounties Seán?" I ask the bartender, as he cleans a glass.

"No, sorry Lynx, unfortunately people got smarter with bounties and realized nobody's gonna take em," he shakes his head. I sigh in annoyance, slamming my head on the counter. My arms limp at my sides.

"Need some liquor?" He asks.

"1 Bottle of Whiskey please," I say putting 60 caps on the counter, and he places the bottle of the counter. The bar goes quiet as someone enters the bar and takes a seat next to me. They then resume as if nothing happened.

The bartender takes notice of the newcomer and from, my assumption they know each other.

"Hey! Long time no see Nick. Need something?"

I don't see his face, but I see his trench coat.

"Yeah, it's been awhile," Nick says.

"So, how can I help ya?" Seán asks.

"Listen, I got a dangerous case over near Goodneighbor, any chance you know someone who's up for some action?" Nick asks the bartender.

"Try asking the woman next to ya," Seán nudges me, I look up at the man next to me.

I stand corrected, not a man, a synth. The resident detective I don't know him well but I had been locked up once due to him and we have no grudges.

"Someone not drunk or a ex-raider, That's not funny, Seán," he says half offended.

"You think Seán's joking?" I take a sip the bottle of whiskey and place it in my bag.

"How high are your fees kid?" Nick asks.

"As of right now, it's 100 caps for a week, if you survive that long that is!" I sass as I lean back on the stool, holding the counter so I don't fall.

He doesn't respond, he's looking at my left wrist. The device on my arm, The not Hydra.

He puts 30 caps on the counter,Before standing up and stopping at the door. I grab them, and now, we make our way to the outskirts.

"What's your name kid?"  He asks.

"Sarah, Sarah Lynx," I answer.

Little did I know this the starting encounter would change everything.

Literally everything.