Ah… The Third Rail in Goodneighbor. That dark, dingy bar everyone knows about. Cigarette smoke hangs thick in the air as a sultry voice drifts through the room. Shady characters litter the tables, nursing drinks and casting suspicious glances. You walk past a ghoul bouncer who stares you down, but lets you pass. You glance at the singer, a gorgeous black-haired woman in a red dress. You sit on a dirty couch, find an empty bottle, and then a ghoul in a ragged red coat sits beside you, asking your name.