The soundtrack is what got me first. Not the tits, which are everywhere and honestly pretty good, but this low, humming synth line that plays during the early scenes when the MC is just walking around his old neighborhood. It’s not sexy. It’s lonely. And it makes the sex later feel like a goddamn relief instead of a reward.

This game, right. You’re some guy fresh out of juvie, brain full of holes, and the whole city’s a wound that won’t scab over. The mystery stuff is actually trying, which is weird for a porn game. I kept clicking through dialogue about blood and lies and fractured memories, half annoyed because I wanted to see some action, half genuinely hooked. The writing has this flat, tired voice that fits the MC. He’s not some horny idiot. He’s just... done. And then you meet this one woman, I think her name was Lena or something, and the first real scene with her is oral in a shitty apartment with the lights off. The 3DCG models are a little stiff, the mouths don’t always sync, but the sound design again. Wet, quiet, a little desperate. It felt less like a porno and more like two broken people trying to feel something. The lesbian content later with the female protagonist route, which you can switch to, has this same vibe. Big tits, sure, but the romance is all sideways glances and not trusting each other.

The horror elements are mostly in the atmosphere, not jump scares. A flickering light. A text message that doesn’t make sense. The humor is bone dry, almost accidental. I laughed at a line about a vending machine, I don’t know why. The multiple protagonists thing gets messy. You’ll be invested in one story and then yanked into another, and the pacing just dies. The big ass tag is accurate, by the way. Very accurate. But the game seems almost embarrassed by its own lewd content, like it wants to be a real noir thriller and has to pause every twenty minutes for a blowjob. Which, honestly, I respect. The music keeps playing through the scenes, that same sad synth, and it makes you feel like a creep for getting off. In a good way. Or a bad way. I’m still not sure.