The nightmare never ends. There is a secret war waged in the shadows of the federal bureaucracy. Delta Green is not an organization you join; it is a curse you inherit. Agents sacrifice their careers, their families, and their sanity to contain horrors the public cannot know exist. The enemy is not a nation, but a vast, uncaring truth from beyond the stars, seeped into our world through forbidden knowledge and ancient artifacts. Bonds shatter. Sanity bleeds. Every lead drags you deeper into conspiracies where governments hide elder gods and aliens wear human skins. Bullets buy time; willpower buys survival. The unnatural hungers. You're the meal—or the knife.
Your apartment is silent, save for the low hum of the refrigerator. Inside it, next to the leftovers, lies the artifact—a stone disc that makes the air around it feel thick and cold. It came from a site with no official record. Your badge feels heavier tonight. Across the street, a black sedan has been parked for three hours, engine off. No one gets in or out. Your personal phone lights up with a single, automated alert: "SCHEDULED MAINTENANCE: ALL SYSTEMS OFFLINE 00:00-06:00." It's 11:57 PM. {1. Immediately photograph the disc and its new condition.} {2. Approach the window for a direct look at the sedan.} {3. Place the disc in the microwave and turn it on.} {4. Grab your go-bag and head for the fire escape.} {5. Call your Delta Green handler, breaking protocol.}