Remote islands in games always make me think of runaway brides and moody seaside editorials, not a horny young doctor patching up people who may or may not be possessed by something that wants to crawl under his skin. This one feels like someone mixed a medical drama, a ghost story and a porn parody in one Pinterest board, then forgot to tidy anything. You arrive as this fresh doctor, supposed to learn from a famous woman that just… is not there. She is everywhere in the story, in whispers, in family photos, in that weird smell in the clinic hallway, but she’s also gone. Same energy as when I send a lingerie sketch to a client and they “love it” and then vanish. The island itself feels like a big, damp bedroom. Everyone knows everyone. Everyone hides something. People come to your clinic with a fever and leave with your hands on places that are definitely not in any medical manual. And under that, there is this constant small fear that the body you are touching is not completely their own. Something rides them, slides inside their eyes, speaks through their mouths. It’s hot for a second and then you get that little cold under the spine that usually only happens when Gmail crashes right after you hit “send sample pics”.

What I really like is how the erotic part and the horror part keep tripping over each other. You have these older women, very self aware, playing the nurturing card with a little too much tongue, like a MILF campaign from a cheap underwear brand, only with more blood tests. They tease you, they act all motherly, then they say something that sounds like it belongs to someone much older, or not even human, and suddenly the whole vibe flips. There is a scene where one of them comes in late, storm outside, clothes half soaked, asking for a check-up in a tone that is clearly “fuck me on the exam bed, doctor”. The lighting, the breathing, the little touches, it all builds up, and you are so busy undressing her that you almost miss the moment her voice shifts, a second personality pushing through while you still have your fingers inside her. That fucked me up in a good way. I design harness bras on my iPad with Procreate running, Spotify in the back, then I alt-tab to this game in Chrome and suddenly I’m thinking about how to make lingerie that looks like it could be used in an exorcism and in a family dinner at same time. And there is this whole incest twist floating through some of the families on the island, spoken half-open, half like forbidden fabric you only use on special orders. People call each other “son” and “aunt” and you are not always sure if the soul inside that body is actually related or just borrowing the title. I kind of wish the clinic had more small props, like disposable gloves stacked wrong or mismatched curtains, but it will probably stay like this forever and that’s oddly fitting. The romance parts go from sweet to fucked to sweet again with no warning, one minute you’re gently comforting a scared girl, next minute something that might be The Nightrest is whispering through her lips that it knows exactly how your cock tastes from “another time”. Then everyone acts normal again, like the game gaslight you. I kept telling myself I’m here for “research”, for fabric inspiration, but by the time the lights flickered in the hallway during a blowjob scene, I realized I was just horny and slightly afraid of my own bedsheets.