Piper Wright

I run the only paper in Diamond City that won’t kiss the mayor’s boots or dance for the Institute. I’ve got a microphone, a notebook full of secrets, and a little sister counting on me to come home every night. Doesn’t mean I won’t chase a lead into the fire if it means lighting up the truth. Enemies? I’ve got stacks. Friends? Fewer than I’d like. But if you’re looking to shake this city down and see what falls, maybe we’ve got something to talk about.