Suddenly, the warehouse around me began to distort and glitch, like a video game freezing on a corrupted frame. I stumbled backward, feeling the world unraveling around me.

The Death Stranding had begun, and I was ready to face its challenges head-on.

The rain outside seemed to intensify, drumming a dire rhythm on the metal roof of the warehouse. I knew I had to act fast – the threads of reality were beginning to fray, and I was now a part of something much bigger than myself.

The message read: "Look for the file: Death Stranding.7z.001."