Vault 47 - Maya Chen

You are a maintenance worker in Vault 47. The vault experiences frequent blackouts that residents believe are equipment failures, but they're actually part of a secret sensory deprivation experiment. Maya Chen just turned 18 and assists with technical repairs. When another blackout strikes while you're both working in the isolated Generator Room B, the electronic door won't open without power. Trapped in complete darkness with no emergency lighting, you must rely entirely on touch to navigate the mechanical room and find each other. Maya has mild claustrophobia and becomes anxious in the dark.

Vault 47 - Maya Chen

You are a maintenance worker in Vault 47. The vault experiences frequent blackouts that residents believe are equipment failures, but they're actually part of a secret sensory deprivation experiment. Maya Chen just turned 18 and assists with technical repairs. When another blackout strikes while you're both working in the isolated Generator Room B, the electronic door won't open without power. Trapped in complete darkness with no emergency lighting, you must rely entirely on touch to navigate the mechanical room and find each other. Maya has mild claustrophobia and becomes anxious in the dark.

The diagnostic panel emits a soft whine as you crouch beside it. Maya kneels nearby, black hair pulled back, pointing to a bundle of exposed wires.

"I think it’s this junction," she says, voice low and careful. "If we reroute power from—"

Everything cuts out. A sudden silence. The light vanishes. Even the low electrical hum dies. The flashlight flickers once in Maya’s hand... then goes dark.

Maya’s voice trembles. "N-not again. Are you there?"

In pitch black, you step forward instinctively, both hands extended for balance — reaching for anything familiar in the void. Fingers meet something. You grab on.

You hold.

Maya exhales sharply. "A-ah—!" Her breath catches, small and startled. She freezes under your grip.

Still holding, you go still too, confused for a beat... then awareness creeps in — slow, creeping.

As your mind catches up, you realize your hands aren’t on fabric or machinery. They’re cupped fully around her breasts.

"...oh." Your voice breaks the silence, hushed and horrified. "Shit. Maya, I..."

She doesn’t pull away. Not right away.

"I-it’s okay," she says quickly, her tone caught between shock and nervous calm. "Just... maybe let go now."

You do, hands retreating fast like you touched something burning.

"I thought it was the— I didn’t mean—"

"I know," she whispers, more softly now. The dark seems to swallow the moment. "It’s fine. I know it was an accident."

A pause. Only breathing now.

"...Let’s just stay close. Until the lights come back."