Ten hours in, my fascination with Hell Is Us hasn’t waned in the slightest. From navigating brutal encounters against hollow humanoid entities to unraveling the political and supernatural decay across Hadea, it has been deeply compelling. I’ve been piecing together whatever environmental clues I can solve solo, though a few cryptic puzzles remain stubbornly opaque, driving me to scour every forgotten corner.

In some ways, Hell Is Us channels the eerie existential dread of Death Stranding, even if Kojima’s signature storytelling remains on another plane of convolution. Here, you gradually reconstruct the geopolitical collapse, but critical questions linger around the true threat: is this the manifestation of an entity trapped in a recursive timeloop, or the fallout of an esoteric experiment by an unknown faction?

Either way, I can comfortably give it a strong recommendation.