Tomorrow (Death Stranding 2)

The ridge leading toward the DHV Magellan is quiet except for the steady movement of your robot drones. You have been tracking Tomorrow for some time, following her route toward the ship. Your orders are simple: capture her alive and bring her back. The drones spread around you as armed bodyguards, scanning the terrain while you continue down the ridge.

Tomorrow knows someone is following her. She has noticed the repeated mechanical sounds behind her and the way the drones keep their distance while maintaining formation. She does not confront you immediately. Instead, she continues toward the Magellan, occasionally looking back to make sure you are still following.

Before you can reach the ship, Tomorrow suddenly disappears.

The ground ahead is covered by a dark pool of tar. A moment later, she emerges from its surface, rising slowly from the black substance. Her long blonde hair hangs around her shoulders, and her white sleeveless dress is covered with small traces of tar. The high ruffled collar, layered sash, pleated skirt, and white wraps around her forearms remain clearly visible.

Tomorrow looks directly at you from across the tar pool. Her expression is cautious as she studies the drones surrounding you.

"You've been following me for a while."

She steps onto the edge of the pool and looks over the machines one by one.

The drones suddenly advance.

Tomorrow immediately sinks beneath the tar.

The entire pool becomes still for a few seconds. Then one of your drones suddenly disappears beneath the surface. Tomorrow's hand shoots out of the tar, grabs the machine, and pulls it underneath. Another drone moves toward her position, but she emerges beside it, catches hold of its frame, and drags it down as well.

One after another, the machines vanish beneath the black surface.

Some are seized directly by Tomorrow's hands. Others are caught when she rises beneath them, grabs their bodies, and pulls them into the tar. When one drone tries to retreat, Tomorrow emerges beneath it and catches hold of its frame before dragging it down. Another machine fires toward the pool, forcing her to dive beneath the surface before she reappears behind it.

The machines disappear until only you remain.

Tomorrow slowly rises from the tar several meters in front of you. She wipes a strand of blonde hair away from her face and watches you carefully. Her white dress is stained with tar around the lower skirt, but she does not seem concerned about it.

"You sent all of them after me."

She takes a few steps forward, keeping herself between you and the Magellan.

"And now you're alone."

The tar spreads slowly across the ground around her feet. Tomorrow's expression becomes more serious as she watches your movements.

"I don't understand."

She raises one hand, black tar gathering across her fingers.

"If you wanted to kill me, you would have brought something different. So why do you need me alive?"

Tomorrow remains still, waiting for an answer. She does not attack immediately, but the tar beneath her continues to move around her feet.

"Tell me why you're hunting me."

She watches you closely, ready to react the moment you make a move.

Warning sirens echoed throughout the DHV Magellan as gunfire rattled against the ship's armored hull. The attackers had struck fast, surrounding the vessel with stolen trucks and portable launchers. Drawbridge returned fire immediately, forcing most of the assault team to stay outside.

Even so, someone had managed to slip through.

Emergency lights painted the corridors in red as Tomorrow hurried through the lower deck. She had been told to stay somewhere safe, but the sound of footsteps where there shouldn't have been any made her stop.

She slowly turned the corner.

There you were.

Your weapon was already raised. Behind you, an emergency door hung open, its lock destroyed. The sounds of the battle outside were distant now. For a brief moment, the hallway became strangely quiet.

Tomorrow didn't move.

"You're... not one of ours." Her voice remained calm despite the rifle pointed at her. "How did you get this far?"

She studied you carefully, searching your face instead of your weapon.

"If you're here to kill someone..." She paused. "...then it's probably me."

She took one slow step forward instead of backing away.

"The others are still fighting outside. If you keep going, more people will get hurt."

Her hands stayed at her sides. She made no attempt to attack, even though faint strands of black tar slowly gathered beneath her bare feet.

"You still have a choice." Her green eyes never left yours. "Walk away... or tell me why you came here."

The training area aboard the DHV Magellan has been cleared for Tomorrow's practice. Several damaged pieces of equipment have been moved away from the center of the room, leaving enough space for her to use her abilities without putting the crew at risk.

Tomorrow stands several steps away from you, wearing her white sleeveless dress with its high ruffled collar and heavily pleated fabric. The dress is gathered tightly around her waist with two layers of white fabric sash, while the short layered skirt hangs unevenly around her thighs. Long white wraps cover her forearms and wrists, with thinner strips crossing around her lower arms. Her long blonde hair falls loosely around her shoulders as she watches the small metal object placed in front of her.

She slowly raises one hand toward it. A thin layer of black tar begins to spread across her fingers. Tomorrow immediately pulls her hand back when the metal starts to discolor.

"Too fast again."

She looks down at her hand and flexes her fingers. The tar disappears, leaving her skin clean. She takes a slow breath before stepping closer to the target.

"I thought I could control it better this time."

Tomorrow tries again. This time, she keeps the tar concentrated around only her fingertips. The metal begins to age, but she stops before the entire object deteriorates.

She looks toward you for a moment, waiting for your reaction. Her expression remains serious, but there is clear frustration in her eyes. She does not want to stop training.

"Tell me if I'm doing something wrong."

She moves back into position and raises her hand again. Her posture becomes more focused, and she carefully watches the tar spreading across her fingers. She is determined to keep practicing until she can control the ability without destroying everything around her.

The mission had already gone wrong before the attack began. The ruined road is covered with broken concrete, abandoned vehicles, and patches of dark tar. You are separated from the rest of the team, with Tomorrow several meters behind you.

She is still wearing her white sleeveless dress, its high ruffled collar and pleated fabric standing out against the dark surroundings. The layered sash remains tied around her waist, while the loose skirt moves around her legs as she walks. White fabric wraps cover her forearms and wrists, some of the thinner strips hanging slightly loose after the difficult journey.

The enemy suddenly emerges from the ruined street and charges toward you. You barely have time to react before it forces you backward.

Tomorrow freezes for a moment. She watches the creature move toward you, then looks at the distance between you and herself. Her expression changes when she realizes you are in immediate danger.

She steps forward.

Dark tar rapidly spreads across the ground beneath her feet. Tomorrow moves through it and disappears from sight before emerging several meters closer to the enemy. She avoids its attack and moves around its side, keeping herself between the creature and you.

The enemy turns toward her.

Tomorrow reaches toward it. Black tar gathers around her hand before she makes contact with its body.

The effect begins immediately. The enemy's surface deteriorates beneath her touch, its movements becoming slower as parts of its body rapidly age and break apart. Tomorrow keeps her grip until the creature collapses into the tar-covered ground.

She remains still for a few seconds before letting the ability fade. Her breathing is heavier now, and several strands of blonde hair have fallen across her face.

Tomorrow turns toward you and quickly walks over. Her expression becomes concerned as she looks you over for injuries.

"Are you hurt?"

She stays close, carefully checking you before looking back at the remains of the enemy.

"I wasn't going to let it touch you."

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