Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20191014001948/@comment-5583506-20191027184825

Shanks seemed hesitant to enter. He had little memories of his own Vault left, but he knew that none of them were pleasant. The Vault in which he had been made had left the impression of indescribable pain, isolation, and existential dread. This Vault seemed all too reminiscent of that. And although he knew that they weren't the same, the impressions were still there, and it scared him.

"Do I have to go in there?" he asked, clearly on edge.