Fallout: The Power Struggle After the Death of a Leader
The sun had just started to set, casting a warm glow over the sprawling vineyard. The air was thick with the sweet scent of ripening grapes, and the only sounds came from crickets chirping in the distance. It was a peaceful evening at the vineyard, or so it seemed. For beneath the tranquil veneer lurked secrets that threatened to tear apart everything they had worked so hard to build.