I inserted the USB drive into my cyberdeck, and the contents began to extract. A cascade of code and images spilled onto my screen, hinting at a much larger conspiracy.
My mission had begun. I had to assemble the fragments, no matter the cost. Death Stranding.7z.001
Curiosity got the better of me, and I made my way to the warehouse. The building loomed before me, its walls covered in rusty corrugated metal and broken windows. I pushed open the creaky door and called out into the darkness. I had to assemble the fragments, no matter the cost
A faint humming noise responded, followed by the soft whirring of machinery. I fumbled in my backpack for a flashlight and turned it on, casting a weak beam of light into the shadows.
