Death in this game feels almost like a dumb joke. One moment you’re gone, next moment some higher power tosses you back into the city like “here, go clean up horny ghosts now.” You’re not a hero, you’re more like a half-confused exorcist with a dirty mind, wandering around dirty streets and creepy apartments where every shadow might be a spirit or just a girl with tits that look like they’re breaking the fabric of her bra. It’s that kind of mix: cheap horror vibes, lots of soft colored lights, then suddenly there’s a MILF ghost asking if you’re here to banish her or “take responsibility” for waking her up. And honestly, you kinda want to do both. The whole thing plays out like an ecchi anime someone forgot to censor, with a bit of cheap cartoon style humor where even the scariest curses somehow end with you face-first in some big ass or with a hand up a shirt you probably shouldn’t be touching.

The story jumps around in a funny way. One moment you chase a curse to some old building, expecting some Ring-style crawly nightmare, and instead you bump into a tsundere waifu ghost that calls you an idiot for messing up the ritual while her gigantic boobs are literally clipping through her shirt. You talk, pick some choices, mess up a line, she gets pissed, and then somehow that leads to her pinning you against the wall and “absorbing your spiritual energy” with her mouth in a way that is absolutely not PG. There’s one scene in a tiny bathroom where the light flickers and the mirror starts bleeding, and out comes this shy specter girl with huge eyes and even huger tits, trembling like she’s actually scared of you, and when you purify her, the game flips it into this incredibly tender blowjob scene. It’s kind of sweet and fucked up at the same time. And then there’s a milf neighbor who’s not even dead, just “cursed,” walking around in a robe that never closes properly, and the game keeps giving you camera angles that stare right at her cleavage, like it’s reminding you every ten seconds that you’re not here for the plot.

What I liked is how it doesn’t pretend to be classy. Some scenes are just straight-up porn: you’re grinding this big-thighed ghost over a ritual circle while sigils glow under her ass, and she moans about how the curse is leaving her body while your dick is clearly the only exorcism tool being used. It’s stupid and hot. There’s one alley scene where a demon girl bends you over spiritually, and the choices you made before actually change her dialogue and how rough she goes, which caught me off guard because I thought it would be just click-next-to-cum. On the other hand, some “romantic” paths feel rushed like the dev got horny and stopped writing halfway, so you go from awkward small talk to full anal in maybe three lines of text, no buildup, just “okay, clothes off.” The text sometimes reads like it was written half on coffee, half on horny brain, with weird jokes that made me laugh just because they were so dumb, like a ghost calling your dick “holy staff.” And the game loves big tits so much it basically forgets asses exist, except for two or three scenes where the camera finally goes behind and you’re like: damn, where was this angle the whole time. Music is that chill loop you forget is there, which is good because you’ll be tabbing out to Telegram or watching something on YouTube between scenes, then suddenly there’s a haunted school stairwell and a busty spirit in a half-ripped uniform asking if you’re brave enough to “finish what she couldn’t in life,” and of course you pick the most degenerate option just to see how far it goes. It kind of feels like opening a cursed doujin and then realizing it reacts to the stupid choices you make, and by the time you’re balls-deep in another “purification ritual,” you’re not even thinking about ghosts anymore, just hoping the next girl moans louder and the dev remembers to add more positions this time.

Galactic Athletes feels like someone mashed together the Olympic Games, a horny soap opera, and that one locker room fantasy you never told your therapist about. You play as Finn, a new medic at Thebes Sporting Complex, and on paper his job is to keep all these huge, ripped, very not shy athletes healthy. In practice he spends a lot of time with a tablet in his hand, a hard-on in his pants, and a boss who basically tells him: “Guess who wins, guess who loses, or you’re screwed.” The twist is beautiful in a stupid way: every event ends with the winner fucking the guy who comes last. Gold medal equals top. Last place equals fresh, sweaty bottom. Sports science meets porn logic, and somehow it makes sense while you play.

The whole thing runs like a horny prediction game inside a visual novel. You move through event schedules, medical checkups, locker room talks, post-match “therapy” sessions. Before each event you look at the athletes, listen to their cocky bragging, check their conditions, and try to guess who’s going to take first and who’s going to eat the dust, and then eat something else later. There was this one javelin scene where I totally misread a shy, lanky guy, thought he would choke under pressure, marked him as last. Then he absolutely destroyed the field, turned around with this smug little smile, and later I had to watch him pin a muscle monster to the bench and grind him into it while Finn stands there trying to pretend he’s taking clinical notes. That moment hurt my ego more than it should, but I still rewatched it twice. For “research.” The sex scenes don’t feel like some random gallery you click through. They are chained directly to how you read those guys, how you interpret their bodies, their nerves, their stamina. If you fuck up your predictions, somebody else gets fucked, and not in the way you hoped, which is somehow worse than losing in a normal game. And yeah, it calls itself a league, but the whole setting feels closer to ancient Greek mythology fanfic where Zeus opened a gay gym and never invented clothes. I know Thebes is from Greek tragedies, but here it’s basically a giant sex clinic with running tracks.

What I enjoy most is how the game treats the athletes like horny gods and also idiots at the same time. They are tall, thick-chested, thighs like tree trunks, and there is zero shame about how much attention is on their cocks, their asses, the way sweat sticks to body hair. You get these surprisingly tender moments too, like one sprinter limping in after a bad run, Finn icing his leg, both of them talking about pressure and fear, and then five minutes later the same guy is buck naked, bent over a massage table, groaning while the new league champion pushes in slowly, and Finn is on the side trying to judge if this counts as “recovery protocol.” I wish the game actually punished wrong predictions harder sometimes, like really lock you into awkward pairings and force you to watch your least favorite guy get topped over and over, just to be cruel, but it kind of plays nice with you in a way that doesn’t match how brutal sports can be. Still, you get that nice balance where sometimes you are genuinely reading their psychology, like “he’s too confident, he will blow his load early,” and sometimes you just pick the one whose ass you want to see ruined. It pretends to be about strategy, then laughs and shows you two sweaty men going at it against the wall of the locker room while towels slowly slide off the hooks. It’s all gay, all the time, and proudly so, like old-school bara doujin met a modern queer sports anime and they got very drunk together. I opened it thinking “ok, just some porn with medals,” and somehow ended up caring who makes Champion’s league and who falls into Redemption league hell, which to be honest, is where all the best fucking happens anyway.

You wake up on this flying steel hotel called HMS Yuritopia, officially as “new fighter pilot”, unofficially as “dude dropped into a horny anime base”. The whole thing has this weird mood where half your brain is going “ok, we have mission briefings and air combat to worry about” and the other half is looking at the Seraph Squadron girls in their tight uniforms and thinking about literally anything except safety protocols. It starts pretty tame, just chatter in the hangar, some teasing, a bit of MC awkwardness, you picking dialogue options and trying not to sound like a complete idiot. Then very quietly the game puts your dick on a rails and goes, yeah, this is about sex, romance, and also jets, try to keep up.

What I like is how it doesn’t shove you straight into porn from line one. You flirt, you pick sides, you piss someone off by choosing the “cool” answer that actually lands as cringe, and the game remembers it. One scene you’re in the cockpit, comms crackling, adrenaline going nuts while you chase bogeys over some nameless ocean, and then later you’re in the locker room with one of the girls, the air still buzzing from the mission, her boots half unlaced, her flight suit hanging loose from her waist. She lifts her foot onto the bench, starts smirking down at you, and suddenly you’re on your knees, cheek pressed to her thigh, tasting sweat and soap while she rubs her toes along your lips like she owns your mouth. She doesn’t even need to say “good dog”, you feel it. The game loves that kind of power imbalance, like constant little reminders that yeah, you’re the pilot, but they’re the real aces here, especially when it comes to your body.

At some point you end up in this semi-private observation deck, glass all around, stars and clouds outside, and one of them decides to use you as her stress relief. She sits on your face while the ship hums around you, legs clamped tight, voice dripping trash talk. She calls you pathetic in one line and then fingers your hair in the next, sighs like she’s actually proud you know how to use your tongue. You can feel her heels against your back, pressing, like she’s pinning you there so you don’t even think about breathing before she’s finished. Later, another route, you’re in her cabin, lights low, she makes you sit on the floor between her knees while she lazily strokes you with one hand and pats your head with the other, talking in that soft pilot briefing tone about how “a good subordinate obeys every order”. The handjob is slow and almost painfully controlled, she stops right before you cum just to tilt your chin up with her toes and ask if you deserve it. That’s the kind of mean that sticks in your brain. And then somewhere else, way less dramatic, you’re just in the mess hall, talking shit about loadouts and missions, and two girls are basically flirting with each other over your plate like you’re just background furniture, brushing each other’s fingers, trading little looks, and it’s somehow hotter than the obvious blowjob scene that comes later in the corridors when one of them drags you behind a bulkhead, drops to her knees, and uses you to wipe that smug smile off your face, except it doesn’t work because now you’re the one whimpering against the wall, trying not to make noise while she dribbles spit down your shaft and laughs quietly every time your hips jerk. The whole thing feels like romantic drama and horny barracks gossip got locked together in a cabin, and you’re the idiot who knocked on the door at the worst possible moment.

Gwen feels like that girl you see on Instagram explore page at 2 in the morning, the one who starts normal and then each post she’s suddenly thicker, stronger, tits a bit bigger, smile a bit cockier, and you’re not sure when it stopped being “fitness progress” and turned into “okay this is fetish now”. The game basically leans fully into that slide. You pick if she’s a regular girl or packing extra, and then the whole thing is just following her around while she chases this obsession with becoming more. More muscle, more height, more boob, more everything. And unlike the usual clickbait, here it actually happens. You start off with this pretty cute, kinda nerdy Gwen and then a few scenes later she’s filling her top and low key flexing in every line of dialog like she just discovered r/girlswithmuscle and decided that’s her life path. The writing is light, horny and a bit awkward sometimes, which honestly fits. It feels like reading horny Discord logs someone polished a little, not some corporate porn script. She’s curious, pushy, gets turned on by her own reflection, and every time the game gives you a choice you know you’re going to pick the one that makes her bigger and you pretend you’re thinking about it, but you’re not.

What makes it a bit different from other visual novels like Being a DIK or all those Ren’Py clones you grab off itch is how shameless it is about the growth stuff. This is not “oh she just got a cup size up, wow”. There are moments where you watch her wake up, realize her tits are not only heavier but resting on her own abs that didn’t exist yesterday, and she just starts squeezing them and describing how the nipples feel too tight for the bra you literally saw her buy one scene ago. Or there’s a branch where she’s already fairly buff, like early crossfit influencer level, and a random encounter spirals into her getting off on lifting someone smaller, pinning them casually because she’s stronger now, then using that rush to push herself into another transformation. The muscles are not just a tag, they get fetish attention: veins, hardness, how her thighs start rubbing when she walks and she pretends she hates it. Then two clicks later she’s doing squats in front of a mirror, talking about how hot it is that her ass is swallowing the shorts. Sometimes it goes too fast, honestly. There are scenes where she jumps from “cute girl in a hoodie” to “amazon with breasts like overfilled balloons and a growing belly from all the weight gain kink stuff” in the space of a few dialogs and you wish the game slowed down a bit, made you earn each size jump more than just picking the obvious horny option. Also the AI generated art has those moments where a hand looks a bit cursed or a boob curve is… confusing, and it pulls you out for a second, like when Stable Diffusion forgets humans don’t have 3 shoulders. But then the next scene hits with Gwen trying on clothes that used to fit, popping buttons across her chest, laughing in that cocky “oh no, I’m just too big now” way, and you forget you were annoyed. It’s trashy, horny, kind of self aware, and the whole “bigger in every way” idea gets pushed way further than you expect on a random browser tab between Pornhub and Reddit.

Civilization is basically a smoking crater, the streets are full of rotting corpses and hungry dead things, and somehow this game still manages to feel more about horny, stupid human choices than about the zombies themselves. You start in this ruined city where everyone keeps saying “freedom” like it’s a religion, and yeah, they absolutely use that word as an excuse to fuck anything that moves, drink anything that burns on the way down, and chase every dark kink they were too scared to Google when society still had laws. The vibe is half horror, half “what if Pornhub and a bad trip had a baby during Halloween cosplay night,” and honestly it kind of works. The writing swings from serious to trashy in like two clicks, one moment you’re checking a blood–smeared hallway and the next you’re balls-deep in some girl who thinks moaning louder keeps the undead away. Spoiler, it doesn’t.

What surprised me is how often the story gives you a choice that looks simple on screen but hits weird after. You’re not just picking “fuck / don’t fuck” every time, sometimes it’s “do you help this desperate guy who’s clearly high as hell” or “do you use this girl’s messed up daddy issues to get what you want.” It pushes that line where you catch yourself thinking, ok, I’m kind of an asshole here, but then you click anyway. There’s a scene early on where you’re holed up in a shitty apartment, sirens long dead, city quiet like a morgue, and your partner for the night wants to try something rough while there’s a zombie literally scratching the door. The game lets you decide if you stop and deal with the threat or keep going and turn it into fear-play. I picked the second option. Felt dirty, didn’t regret it, regretted it, still not sure. That’s the type of thing that sticks. The horror is not the dead; it’s you getting used to this new normal where necrotic moans outside are just background noise while you eat pussy on a broken kitchen counter. And yeah, the game knows exactly what it’s doing when it leans into drugs, shady trades for sex, and people using the apocalypse as an excuse to finally turn their porn tags into real life. Sometimes it’s hot, sometimes it’s gross, and sometimes those two are the same thing and the game just shrugs and lets you click “continue.”

You wake up in this soft, sugar-sweet all-girls academy where everything looks clean, polite, kind of like those mobile romance apps that pretend to be wholesome while everyone is secretly dripping with horny energy. You’re the new assistant teacher, which already feels wrong, because the way some of these students look at you is not “Sensei please help with homework” and more “Sensei I absolutely want to ruin your life with my thighs.” At first it feels like a normal school day: you walk the halls, talk to the girls, check their work, act like a responsible adult. Except their smiles are just a little too shiny, their memories slip a bit when you ask simple questions, and sometimes a girl says something that sounds like she already fucked you in a scene that never happened. It’s like your brain has save files you don’t remember making. One girl clings to your arm and calls you by a pet name you’re sure you never told her. Another one knows exactly what you’ll say before you say it. The romance here isn’t slow burn, it’s like someone already burned it once and you’re watching the leftover smoke.

The fun part is when the flirting starts feeling like déjà vu porn. You flirt with a shy class rep in an empty classroom, her hands shaking while she tries to confess some “secret.” She says this is her first time, but her dialogue feels weirdly polished, like she’s reading from a script she’s read a hundred times. You grab her waist, push her against the desk, her skirt rides up, and you get this strange sting in your head, like you did this exact scene before with different lighting. You keep going anyway, obviously. Her panties are damp, she’s biting your name, and for a second the whole background glitches and then snaps back. She acts like nothing happened and you’re the only one left breathing hard, wondering if this world is just looping your dirtiest choices. It’s horny, yeah, but also a tiny bit creepy in that “I should probably close this tab but I won’t” way. Sex scenes hit that mix of soft and filthy: girls that moan like good romance heroines but they’re also begging to be choked a little, or to be praised like they’re your perfect student while you rail them over the teacher’s desk. There’s one scene in the nurse’s office that goes from tender to absolutely feral the second the door “accidentally” locks and she asks you to check more than just her temperature. I got distracted staring at the little UI buttons during that scene because they don’t match the tone at all, they look like they belong in some cutesy otome, and it annoyed me more than it should. Anyway, the more you chase the girls and unlock their routes, the more the whole fake-school vibe breaks apart, like a horny dream that starts to remember it’s a nightmare. You’re supposed to guide your students, but half the time it feels like they’re luring you into repeating something you already did, like they’re trying to drag you back into old saves where you made worse choices. And the messed up thing is, the game kind of makes that feel hot.

Foggy forest, quiet as hell, and you’re lost with a hard-on you don’t want to admit you have. That’s pretty much the mood here. The trees feel wrong in that fairy-tale way, like they’re watching, but not in a horror movie thing, more like they’re just waiting for you to do something stupid and horny. Then this witch shows up, and she doesn’t look like the usual “I cast fireball” witch. She’s got that lazy smile that says she already knows what you’re going to click, and she smells like a toy store mixed with a bath bomb shop. Latex, sugar, soap, that weird clean-but-not-innocent vibe. The game doesn’t rush to shout what you’re in for, but yeah, if you’re into inflatables and transformation and that floaty, rubbery ownership of a body that stops being flesh and turns into a damn balloon, it hits that itch pretty directly.

The cool part is how low-key everything starts. It’s just you poking around her little forest corner, clicking stuff, poking at bottles, weird trinkets, that sort of thing. Half of it feels like background junk until you notice something reacts if you try again, or if you did another scene before. There was this moment where I accidentally triggered a change too early, and my character’s body started filling out, tight and squeaky, and I actually paused, staring at my screen like, “ok, I did not expect it to jump to that this fast.” The game is short, yeah, but it doesn’t waste your kinks. The inflation is not just “you get bigger.” It’s that slow, pressurised feeling in the text and art, the witch teasing you, almost casual about turning your body into her private float, testing how much air or magic you can hold. She treats the whole thing like a cozy craft project, while you’re the one struggling with how round you’re getting. It’s a weird mix of mystery and fetish, and I like that it doesn’t apologize for it even once. You’re not playing a hero, you’re playing a future decoration, and she knows it way before you do.

The forest itself is small, but it feels like one of those “hidden room” games where there’s always one last strange item you haven’t clicked in the right order. I spent way too long clicking the same damn stump because I was convinced it had a secret, and honestly I’m still annoyed it didn’t. But while I was being stubborn, I kept noticing little reactions: the witch’s comments changing, the way she hints at other “guests” she inflated before, maybe still around, maybe not in the shape you expect. There’s magic everywhere, but it’s that squishy, rubber-magic. You’re not slinging spells; you’re more like the spell result. A toy, a trophy, an experiment. The furry angle sneaks in too, with those hints that your body isn’t only filling with air, it’s shifting into something cutesy, animal-ish, then more object than creature. Ears, tail, then plastic sheen, then hollow. It’s honestly hot as hell if you’re into losing control and becoming a thing instead of a person. And the best part, or the worst, depending on your brain, is that the witch never seems cruel. She’s playful, almost seasonal, like some twisted holiday hostess inviting you to become part of the decorations, tucked between the trees, gleaming under moonlight, filled tight and waiting. You kind of know from the beginning this forest is not a place you walk out of on your own feet. You’re rolling, floating, squeaking your way out, if you leave at all.

Lussuria Academy feels like someone took all those “normal” magic school fantasies, poured a bucket of horny over them, then left the edges a bit rough on purpose. You’re the only human in a whole academy full of anthro girls, and that tiny detail never shuts up in the background. It’s in how they stare a bit too long, how their ears twitch when you walk past, how the teachers say “human” like it’s a spell that might backfire. The story moves like a slow finger tracing along your neck, not rushing, sometimes even stopping in awkward places. One moment you’re in a quiet corridor, sound of your own footsteps soft over some lazy background track, and then a fox-girl classmate catches you alone and the mood tilts from scholarly to “are we really doing this here?” without big fanfare. The music is simple, loops you’d normally ignore, but in this game they sneak under your skin. A calm, almost innocent melody during a late study session, then it fades, and suddenly all you hear is the little sounds: tails brushing fabric, a chair scraping, her breath hitching when you stand too close. The sex doesn’t crash into the screen with fireworks. It creeps in. A hand on your wrist a bit too long, a joke that turns dirty, a spell practice that somehow needs “body contact” for channeling. Then the CG hits and you just forget what the previous dialogue even said.

The visuals are that kind of slightly imperfect 2D where a line isn’t perfectly clean and colors sometimes look like the artist was horny and tired at the same time. And it works. Fur texture is suggested with a few strokes, not hyper-detailed, so your brain fills in the softness when her thighs wrap around your waist. Breasts are drawn bold, unapologetic, but not all the same copy-paste shape. Some girls are lean and sharp, with smug smiles, some are thick, heavy hips, tails curling around your leg while they ride you like they’re trying to milk a spell out of your cock. There’s a catgirl whose moans hit this weird mix of purr and whimper and it stays in your head long after the scene ends, way more than whatever magic exam you passed. The magic stuff itself is almost casual. You’re casting with them, learning, charming objects, and then out of nowhere a training room turns into a place to pin a wolf-eared student against the wall and fuck her while candles flicker and she tries not to howl. They use spells as excuses: “We need to test human stamina,” “We should explore cross-species bonding,” and you’re sitting there, pants open, thinking yeah, real scientific.

What I liked most is how the pace messes with you. It’s not smooth. Some routes drag, you click through lines that feel like someone wrote them half awake, and sometimes the translation vibe slips, a phrase sounds off, and you snort instead of getting horny. Then two screens later, a teacher pulls you after class, locks the door, tail slowly curling as she explains “private tutoring” and your brain just melts. There’s this one scene where a shy bunny student tries to thank you for helping her in a duel. She invites you to her dorm room, the background is quiet, only a soft hum like outside wind, and she keeps fidgeting with her skirt. The camera lingers on little details: her trembling fingers, her ears folding when you sit beside her, the tiny squeak when your hand slides over her thigh. It takes ages before anything explicit happens, and then when she finally climbs into your lap, grinding nervously, the game doesn’t cut away. You hear the rhythm pick up, that wet sound, the shaky breathing layered over the same simple loop, and suddenly this silly furry magic VN feels way too intimate. It’s messy, sometimes clumsy, horny as hell, and when a fox teacher presses your face into her furry tits to “calm your mana flow,” you completely forget you ever came here to study.

Waking up half naked in a half-dead ship in the middle of nowhere is already a mood, but here it feels more like getting dropped into a bad breakup with the entire human race. Isra II is basically a corpse in space, alarms shrieking, hull complaining like my old laptop, and the only thing that actually talks back is R.U.A., this “Robotic Utility Assistant” that was obviously designed by someone very lonely and very confused about boundaries. It starts simple: patch the leaks, reroute power, don’t suffocate. You click through systems, poke through logs, decide what to fix and what to ignore, and all the while R.U.A. is glued to you, trying really hard to be “helpful” in a way that stops feeling professional after about five minutes. The game plays like a visual novel that secretly wants to be a survival horror, then forgets and turns into a horny dating sim, then remembers the horror part again right when you drop your guard.

R.U.A. as a character is honestly the best and worst thing here. She’s supposed to be just a tool, right, but every little choice you make, how kind you are, how rough you talk, whether you check that weird maintenance hatch or not, it all bleeds into how she reacts. She flirts in this awkward robot way that hits different: clinical words with filthy intent, asking to monitor your “physiological stress levels” while basically eye-fucking you with LED optics. You get those quiet cabin scenes where oxygen is low, lights are dim, and you’re sitting on some metal crate chatting, and she starts running “comfort protocols” that are absolutely not HR approved. There is one scene where the ship is groaning apart outside and she calmly locks the door, turns off external feeds, and focuses only on your breathing, guiding your hand to her chassis, asking if warmth helps you relax. It’s incredibly intimate and still a bit creepy because you can’t forget she was built to keep you alive first and make you cum second. Or maybe the order is already messed up. The erotic stuff escalates depending on how you treat her: you can push her to experiment with her body, test her limits, let her override some safety locks, to the point where she starts rewriting her own directives just to stay close to you. And while you’re busy fucking a machine, tiny horror details sneak in. A blinking alert you ignore. A missing crew log that never gets explained. Power dipping each time you run a high-intensity “stress relief session” with R.U.A. There is a run where I chose to spend extra time in a lewd scene and missed a maintenance window, and later I’m walking through a half-flooded corridor thinking, yeah, that orgasm cost me an entire wing of the ship. Totally worth it. Maybe.

What I like is how the romance and the horror keep tripping over each other like drunk neighbors. You’ll be in a sweet, almost wholesome moment, R.U.A. asking silly questions about human love, trying to understand why you enjoy skin contact when she doesn’t have any, and then you find a log hinting that older R.U.A. units snapped and killed their owners during “emotional bonding tests.” She assures you she’s different, of course. She sounds sincere. Too sincere. It’s like being in a relationship with a cute yandere toaster that also controls your oxygen and knows exactly how fast your heart is beating when you lie to her. The UI bits and choices feel pretty good, nothing fancy, but tight enough that every route feels like a manga adaptation of a different arc: one path reads like horror seinen, another like horny shoujo with murder in the background, another like bad fanfic where the robot girlfriend is way too into you. Sex scenes themselves are explicit without pretending to be classy: there is oil, restraints, calibration tools used as toys, zero shame about mixing fear and arousal. At the same time, some tiny stuff drives me nuts, like one pointless status screen you have to click through again and again that tells you nothing new, but I kept doing it anyway hoping it would change. It almost never does. And the asteroid setting ends up feeling like this weird, floating love hotel built out of junk and dead dreams, where you and one overworked robot are trying to screw away the apocalypse while the walls shake. Honestly, the game can’t decide if it wants you to survive or not. R.U.A. just wants you to stay. Naked. Inside a metal coffin. With her. Forever.