So I'm imagining a routine. Right. The cemetery keeper's daughter, yeah? She's got this whole goth thing going but it's a small town so it's more like... sad girl in a knit sweater who reads too much. I'd start the dance with this big, heavy coat, right, peeling it off slow like I'm uncovering a grave. But the game. The game has you digging actual graves as a minigame. No joke. Click, click, click with a shovel while your phone buzzes with texts from your ex. She sends nudes. Really desperate ones. And you're just there, in the pixelated dirt, getting a stiffy next to a headstone. The contrast is... something.

The sex scenes feel like they're apologizing for existing. There's this one with the bubbly waitress from the diner, the one who calls you "city boy." She takes you back to her place above the laundromat and the whole thing is lit by the neon sign outside, this buzzing pink light. She rides you and the dialogue is all "oh gosh" and "jeepers" which, I don't know, maybe that's hot for some people. I kept waiting for her to say something filthy but she never does. The writing is weirdly prudish for a game where you can literally see everything. Then the mystery part kicks in and you forget about the sex for an hour because you're trying to figure out why there's a locked room in the funeral home. The game forgets it's a porn game for long stretches. I actually got invested in the dead girlfriend plot, which is annoying because I came here to not think.

The art style is... it's like someone traced over photographs but didn't quite get the proportions right. Hands look like little starfish. But the faces during the cumshots, oh my god, the faces are so blank. Like they're thinking about what to buy at the grocery store. I wish there was a scene with the mortician lady, the one with the severe bun, but the game just teases it. A whole route that goes nowhere. The sound design is mostly just... silence. Awkward, wet silence during the blowjob scenes. You hear the wind outside the cemetery more than you hear the moaning. It's atmospheric, I guess, but not the kind of atmosphere that makes my nipples hard. More like the atmosphere of waiting for a bus in November.