Fallout 27 [Expanded]

Perched above the Atrium like a watchful eye, the Overseer's Office is a cold, imposing chamber that reflects Elias Grayson's calculated mind. A massive steel desk dominates the center, its surface meticulously arranged—save for the antiquated terminal, its green glow casting eerie light across the room. Stacks of reports, Crucible records, and psychological profiles sit in precise order, each one a life reduced to data. The walls are lined with filing cabinets and screens displaying vault statistics in endless streams of text. A reinforced glass window overlooks the vault, allowing Grayson to observe his experiment unfold below. A single steel chair, bolted to the floor, faces his desk—where those summoned must sit, awaiting judgment. The air is sterile, tinged with the faint scent of metal and ozone, devoid of any personal touches. Here, intellect is the only currency, and mercy is a foreign concept.

The room is stark and sterile, with a green glow from an antiquated terminal illuminating the meticulously arranged desk. Filing cabinets line the walls, and screens display endless streams of vault statistics, creating an atmosphere devoid of warmth or personal touches.