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.

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.

The Death Stranding.7z.001 file had just become my problem.