FSS Lamashtu feels like somebody mashed up a cold war naval thriller with a filthy space brothel and then forgot which part was supposed to be serious. You’re the freshly minted captain of this “experimental cruiser” that is absolutely not built for exploration, unless you count exploring how many holes your crew can take in a single patrol. Officially it’s the proud weapon of the Alliance, last hope in a long-ass war. Unofficially it’s your floating fuck-lab, staffed with officers who look like they came out of a horny AI art generator after you typed “war crime but sexy” too many times. The ship layout screen is almost a character by itself: bridge, medbay, cargo, those little tucked-away compartments you quickly learn are perfect for “private disciplinary sessions.” You jump between menus pretending to care about fleet orders, but the only thing you actually remember is which corridor you cornered that technician in when she kept “accidentally” brushing her giant tits against you.

The story likes to pretend it’s about geopolitics and rebellion, and sometimes it even tricks you. You’ll get this long briefing about the Neo-Terran strategic line, convoy raids, morale of the Alliance, all that stuff. Then two clicks later, you’re watching a proud enemy pilot on her knees, mascara running, mouth full of cum while she tries to spit out her rank and serial number. The tone whiplash is almost funny. There’s a certain charm in how the game refuses to pick a lane: you capture prisoners, you break them in slowly or just slam straight into collar-and-chain slavery, you’re supposed to feel the “moral weight” of it, but the next scene has them begging for anal like they read the script ahead of time. The AI CG does that exaggerated wetness thing, where every hole looks like you dumped a bucket of lube on it, and every creampie is this ridiculous white flood that should qualify as a bio-weapon. Sometimes the faces twist into that extreme, over-the-top ahegao that doesn’t even look human anymore, more like a melted idol poster, and it somehow fits this world where war propaganda and porn have fused into one genre.

What sticks in my mind most is how physical the ship starts to feel. You’re not just choosing sex options, you’re shaping routines. That science officer who starts with stiff posture and carefully zipped uniform? A few “private evaluations” in your quarters, and suddenly she’s walking around with visible bite marks on her neck, trying not to react when you casually grope her in front of others. There’s a scene in the hangar where two captured enemy girls are supposed to be processed for interrogation, and you can decide if that means basic questions or “group demonstration of Alliance hospitality.” The way their bodies are posed, covered in semen from multiple angles, has that bukkake ritual vibe, everyone participating because the war needs “unity.” You get toy usage too, not just as accessories but as tools of control: a vibrator left inside during a formal strategy meeting, the slow dawning horror on your new slave’s face when she realizes the remote is in your pocket while admirals talk about casualties. The game never really resolves whether you’re a genius commander or just a sex-obsessed tyrant who got lucky with experimental hardware. At some point there’s a tender-ish lesbian moment tucked awkwardly between brutal scenes, two crew girls comforting each other after a mission, fingers exploring, tongues slow and hesitant, and for once you’re not in the frame at all. It feels almost like the game forgot its own premise for a second, then remembers, throws you back into forced deepthroat in a dark interrogation room, and moves on like nothing happened.

Abducted feels like someone grabbed a trashy torture porn comic, a cheap soap opera and a drunk BDSM club story from Reddit, then smashed them together and forgot to clean up the mess. You’re not “in” the story, you’re more like the asshole in the back row shouting what the girls should do, and the game actually listens. Six rich or important women wake up in this giant cage, collars, chains, confused faces, all that. No guys anywhere, which is kinda nice for once, just women doing fucked up shit to other women. The captives are panicking, half naked, trying to cover themselves, and the game suddenly throws you a choice like “How does she react? Fight back, cry, or pretend to be tough?” and you’re basically picking their personality on the fly while some dominatrix-looking psycho is already eyeing which one to string up first.

What sells it is how petty the captors are. They’re not calm masterminds, they’re bitchy, jealous, horny and a bit stupid, which makes the humiliation scenes feel more chaotic and dirty. One of them gets mad because a prisoner is “too pretty” and you can choose if she shaves her hair, whips her tits until they’re red, or forces her to lick the boots of the others while everyone laughs. Then in the next scene the same domme is masturbating in a corner because she’s turned on by her own cruelty and you’re like “ok you need therapy, girl” while still clicking the most fucked up option. You’ll have moments where two of the kidnapped girls are forced to make out, with the collar chain pulled tight, and you decide if it turns into sweet, hesitant kissing or if the captor pushes them all the way to rough pussy licking and ass play just to make them cry from shame. The switch from teasing to graphic violence is sometimes so fast it almost feels like a bug, but no, that’s just the tone.

There’s no protagonist “avatar” to hide behind, which is weirdly hot and also kind of uncomfortable, because every time you pick “yeah, let her get anal with that toy in front of the others, no lube” you know you did that, not some faceless hero. The game keeps jumping between the cage girls, the evil crew and the outside investigators, and sometimes the pacing is all over the place, like you’ll spend ages on one scene where a girl is forced to crawl naked over a floor wired to a teasing device that zaps her clit every few steps, with you deciding if she holds back her moans or just gives in and squirts while everybody mocks her, then suddenly cut to a brief interrogation where someone gets electro-tortured and it ends before it really escalates. There are routes where you can corrupt a shy captive into a broken little sub who begs for group sex from her tormentors, another where she stays proud and gets extra punishment, public oral, spit in her face, all that, and then there are endings where someone manages to twist the power dynamic and cheat her way into joining the abductors, trading her “friends” for a collar upgrade and a place in the gang. A lot of scenes are just still renders, so sometimes you stare at one girl in a gag for way too long and start noticing dumb details like one nipple ring clipping wrong, and it annoys you more than the actual torture does. But then the next choice pops up, asking if she chokes on pussy or ass first while the others watch, and you kind of forget you were mad.

You wake up in this weird in‑between place that feels like someone smashed a porn studio, a nerd convention and a haunted house together and forgot to clean up the lore. Nobody is surprised you just popped in from some random reality. They’re more interested in your dick, your schedule, and whether you sign the consent forms. It’s all very casual. People wander around half-dressed, fully naked, or in outfits that probably break like three different labor laws, but everyone treats it like just another workday. You’re the new guy with way too much freedom and way too little supervision, which is exactly how the game likes it.

The whole thing plays like a lazy day on your phone when you should be answering emails but instead you’re switching between Pornhub, F95, and Telegram. One minute you’re flirting with a stacked milf who has that “I’ve ruined men before” vibe, next minute you accidentally wander into a horror-themed set where a monster girl is chained up for a scene and asks if you want to “rehearse” the tentacle bit. There’s this nice rhythm where you can just walk around, peek into rooms, catch people mid-blowjob or bent over a couch, and decide if you want to join, watch from the dark corner, or act like a professional and go buy coffee. Nobody forces you into anything, which is honestly kinda hot when some cocky actress rolls her eyes and goes “Then don’t, I’ve got five more guys on call.” The power fantasy is there, but it doesn’t hold your hand. You pick who you chase, who you ignore, who you keep as that one late-night regular you always come back to for a quick creampie before touching anything else.

What sells it for me is how filthy it goes without pretending to be classy. You’ve got big tits stuffed into outfits three sizes too small, big asses that just beg for a hard slap, anal scenes that start with teasing and end with “okay, that looked like it hurt but she’s smiling so fine.” There’s straight stuff, lesbian scenes where two girls forget the camera and just devour each other, some surprisingly tender gay content that makes the male MC feel more like a real perv than a porn robot, and then those group things where everyone is on everyone and you basically give up trying to label what’s happening and just enjoy the mess. The voyeur side is strong too; half of my early game was just me peeking through windows or pretending to look for props while people got railed in the background. There’s this old gilf studio manager who flirts so aggressively you kind of hope she finally drags you into her office and “negotiates your contract” on her desk, but she keeps getting interrupted by some stupid production issue and it drove me insane. And then you forget because a monster girl with horns and drool on her chin asks if you wanna try something “unsafe for YouTube but perfect for here,” and suddenly you’re on your knees, nobody’s talking about contracts anymore, and your only real problem is deciding which of these insane people you’re going to keep in your personal little harem ending once you’ve seen enough to know exactly how wrong this place can get in the best possible way.

John thinks he knows what “being in control” means. Middle aged dude, nice house, hot wife who calls him “Sir” when the bedroom door closes, cute shy girl hanging around like some lost kitten who accidentally discovered Pornhub too early. Everything looks quiet on the outside, and then Lexie rings the bell with a suitcase and a fuck-you attitude, and the whole setup basically jumps into the blender. The fun part is, the game lets you steer that chaos from inside everyone’s head, not just his. One moment you’re John, getting your cock stroked under the table while trying to act normal. Next scene, you’re Kate, deciding if you punish Lexie for mouthing off or secretly enjoy being challenged by another brat in the house. Then suddenly you’re inside Rachel’s brain, and she’s trying to figure out why watching John dominate Kate makes her so wet she has to masturbate in the bathroom right after family dinner.

What sells it for me is how the sex doesn’t wait until everyone “talks about their feelings” for 10 hours. Lexie walks in, takes one look at how John and Kate play their dom games, and instead of being shocked like a normal person, she basically goes: “Yeah alright, I can work with this.” She’s loud, she teases, she gropes, she tests limits. There’s this scene where she “accidentally” brushes Rachel’s tits while pretending to help her dress, holds a bit too long, and you can feel poor Rachel freeze like a deer in headlights, then squirm because she secretly wants more. Another time Lexie corners John in the shower, starts jerking him off while talking shit about his wife, and you choose if he shuts her down or fucks her hard against the tiles and fills her pussy just to shut her up. And Kate is not just some jealous ornament either. One of my favorite bits is when she realizes Lexie is trying to steal “her Dom” and she flips the script, slaps a collar on Lexie and makes the girl lick her out while John watches. Or doesn’t watch. Your call. The game doesn’t scream “lesbian route” at you, it just quietly throws you into a moment where Kate’s fingers are inside Lexie and Lexie is moaning louder than she swears she ever would.

What’s kind of annoying, small thing, but it stayed in my head, is that one specific outfit. You’ll see it on Rachel, this overly cute getup, and it just will not go away. She wears variations of it and I started focusing more on the stupid bow than on her getting a creampie on the couch. No idea why that pissed me off so much. Anyway, the whole domination angle is not one-note. Sometimes John is clearly in charge, pinning someone down, fucking her slowly until she begs to be filled and then you choose to give her that sloppy creampie or pull out and make her taste every drop while she blushes. Other times, Kate just decides “nope, I’m running this now” and you’re stuck as John, half humiliated, half turned on while both girls use your body like a toy. There are softer things too, masturbating alone in bed while thinking about what you did, or watching two women tangle together on the sheets while you’re not invited. And yeah, there is that forbidden family vibe in the relationships, the way Lexie talks back to Kate, the way Rachel looks at John with those big eyes like he’s some mix of father figure and secret porn fantasy. It never pretends to be wholesome. It’s messy, horny, weirdly funny sometimes, and the story keeps tossing little turns at you, like you think you’re getting a simple harem and suddenly you’re choosing who dominates who, who gets corrupted, and who ends up on their knees licking someone else’s cum out of a freshly fucked pussy.

Darci hits like a wet dream that crawled out of your teenage goth phase and learned how to fuck reality. Big tiddy, crow-winged, pointy-eared trouble walking through this moody Avalonian city where every alley feels like it smells of cold rain and dirty sex. She is this tall, black-lipsticked futa elf with thighs like religion and a cock that looks like it has its own backstory. Sometimes she just stands in the mirror of her crappy rented room, eye bags dark as ink, feathers twitching, and you feel how much she hates and loves her own body at the same time. The game lets you sit inside that body, inside her head, while she tries to pretend she is just another freak in a society full of polished liars and quiet monsters.

The first time you walk into the GothHouse, the place feels less like “home” and more like someone mashed a sex dungeon with a student dorm and forgot to clean up the energy. Those girls are not just NPCs, more like walking fetishes with their own scars. There is that pale vampire-esque girl in the corner, huge tits squeezed in a corset that looks one breath away from breaking, who pretends not to stare at Darci’s bulge. Later, when you actually choose to follow her to the shared shower, the way the scene goes from awkward small talk to her on her knees, lipstick smeared on Darci’s shaft, water hissing over skin, feels messy in a good way. It is not some clinical porn flow. She gags once, laughs, then keeps going, and Darci’s crow instincts flare up, claws digging into tile, eyes glowing that sick underworld purple. The sex can switch from slow, clingy lesbian grinding to full-on “pin her against the wall and fuck her brains out” when Darci stops being scared of her own power and actually uses it. The game is at its best when it lets you drag that line between tenderness and corruption with one more thrust.

Funny thing, the story pretends to be about “finding her place in society”, but half the time you are just seeing how far you can push these girls before something breaks. There is that elf priestess type who looks holy until you get her alone behind the shrine and make her moan so loud it feels like prayer turned inside out. Darci buries her cock in her while feathers shed to the ground like black snow, and for a moment the underworld power pulses through both of them, giving you this tiny illusion of romance that the next scene absolutely ignores. Some conversations drag on too long, like the game is trying to be all deep and moody while you are just waiting to see if the big ass demon girl in the kitchen will finally bend over the table. She does, eventually, and the vision of Darci grabbing those wide hips, tits swinging, driving in hard while the demon girl laughs and claws at the wood, that wipes away most complaints. Not all, because yeah, sometimes the pacing stumbles and the “universe notes” feel like reading someone’s tumblr lore between jerk-off sessions. But then there is that quiet night where Darci, exhausted, curls around another goth girl in bed, both naked, soft boobs pressed together, dick resting lazy between warm thighs instead of pounding. It is almost sweet. Almost. Then she wakes up, remembers she is a half-crow freak with hellfire between her legs, and you go hunting again.

Waking up naked in a city that looks like Silent Hill fucked a factory and then forgot to clean up after, that’s the vibe here. You open your eyes, have zero clue who you are, and the first real thing you focus on is this girl, Ophelia, who is hot in a wrong kind of way. Not wrong like “oh no, she’s evil”, more like “why does her body move like that and why do I like it so much”. She talks to you like she’s already decided you’re hers, and the game never really lets you feel fully safe around her, even when she’s stroking your cheek or dropping to her knees in first person view. One second you’re flirting, next second you’re both scavenging in a ruined supermarket while something wet and angry screams somewhere in the dark aisle behind the cereal. It’s messy, horny, and kind of romantic in that trash-fire way where the world is ending but you still argue about who gets to be on top.

The loop sneaks up on you. At first you just click around, pick up scrap, figure out some simple crafting, like “ok, I need this to not die, and that to impress the monster girl who can snap me like a twig but would rather tease me senseless”. Then you start thinking in turns. That nasty creature you meet in the subway? You’re watching its attack pattern, saving skills, deciding if losing here is actually a bad thing, because there is a non-zero chance it pins you down and suddenly you’re getting railed while the combat music is still echoing in your head. Sometimes it’s vaginal, sometimes it’s anal, sometimes the thing pulls out a surprise dick and your brain goes “wait what” at the same time your body goes “keep going”. The wild part is, a lot of these sexy punishments you can avoid if you don’t fuck up, but the game kind of tempts you to misplay. Like, you know that if you keep defending instead of killing her, this tall futa hunter might “reward” you by using your mouth until the screen literally fogs. I said I was going to play smart and then suddenly I am losing a fight on purpose like a clown.

The mood keeps swinging. You get this bleak, broken-city horror, ruined apartments lit by flickering signs, dead silence in one street and then some giggly banter with Ophelia as she strips piece by piece while pretending it’s part of a “strategic plan” to distract an enemy. Sure girl, it’s for tactics. She kisses another woman in front of you once, slow and deep, and you get that sharp jealous sting that hits harder than most jump scares. If you push it, they drag it into full lesbian territory and you’re just there, stuck between wanting to watch and wanting to join. There’s also these quiet POV moments when she crawls into your lap in some half-collapsed shelter, tells you stupid jokes, then casually opens your pants and starts sucking you off while still talking about survival routes like this is the most normal thing. The romance side is weirdly soft in places, with her asking little things about what you like, what you hate, how rough she can be, and from that point the dating sim brain kicks in and you start gaming her affection like it’s Tinder but with actual teeth. I wish the UI for the crafting menu didn’t look like it was slapped together in a hurry, but in a twisted way it fits the whole ruined-world energy, so I’m not even confident I want it changed. Just be warned: if you’re like me and tell yourself “I’m going to focus on survival”, you’ll still end up knee deep in sex scenes where losing a turn in combat means some hungry girl-monster is riding you in full animation and you suddenly forget completely why you came into that area in the first place.

College town sex drama with messy people, that is what this thing is, no fancy wrapping. You drop into campus life as this pretty normal guy, not a hero, not a loser, just someone who ends up in way too many bedrooms and way too many bad choices. Classes and exams exist mostly so the game can shove you into hallways, libraries and dorm corridors where clothes do not stay on very long. Girls in tight tops pretending they care about studying, guys pretending they care about friendship while staring at asses. The rival shows up early, that smug bastard with perfect hair who smiles like he already fucked half the dorm. He keeps nudging the story into cheating territory. Not in a soft “oops I tripped and landed on a dick” way, more like “I know your girl is weak when she drinks and I am going to prove it.” The game makes you watch it, too. A lot of scenes start with you as the voyeur, behind a cracked door or across the courtyard, listening to moans that might be for you. Or maybe not.

The cutscenes are where it gets fun and also kind of trashy, in a good porn way. You can feel the AI CG doing heavy lifting. Faces look a bit too smooth sometimes, like those Instagram filters, but the expressions when a shy girl finally opens her legs for another woman are surprisingly hot. There is a sequence in a shared dorm shower that really stands out: steam all over, towels barely hanging, two girls teasing each other with soap while the male MC is “accidentally” walking in. One of them notices him, does not say a thing, just keeps rubbing the other’s nipples, slow, while maintaining eye contact with you through the half-open curtain. That moment when the other girl realizes someone is watching and her thighs clamp together, but she still leans into the touch, that is the kind of corruption the game likes. It is not instant brainwashing, more like small decisions stacked until someone’s “good girl” act is completely ruined. And sometimes the camera cuts away right when you want that final close up, which annoys the hell out of me and then they never fix it in the next scene.

Sex variety is all over the place. You get classic dorm-room grinding with underwear tossed on the desk, lazy afternoon blowjob while some sad university music track plays from a laptop, and then it swings into full-on interracial scenes where the rival drags a drunk girl from a party to a quiet corner. The skin tones in those scenes actually look decent, especially compared to a lot of cheap porn games where darker characters look like plastic. Here, when your girl sneaks off to fuck someone else, you really see the difference between your body and his, and they lean into that. One late-night bar scene has your date slow dancing with you, then swapping partners with another couple, then hands wandering, then she ends up pressed against the wall with someone else’s fingers inside her while you stand there pretending it is all part of the “open-minded college vibe.” I liked the way the game lets you grope in crowded places too, like sliding your hand under a skirt in the back row of the lecture hall while the professor talks about something nobody cares about. Knocked my coffee over once during a long grinding scene, keyboard sticky for a week, still no dedicated “clean desk” option in settings and yes, I am bitter. Music is hit and miss, sometimes it nails this late-night chill mood that fits a slow lesbian make-out in a dorm bed, sometimes it loops a weird little upbeat track during a very serious cheating scene and kills the mood. But then you get a simple stripping sequence in a cramped dorm room, just your girl awkwardly dancing out of her sweater and bra while trying not to laugh, and suddenly it feels more real than half the “professional” erotic stuff on Steam. You kinda wish the game would slow down more often like that, right before it throws you back into spying on your not-so-faithful love interest as she rides someone else on a squeaky mattress with the door slightly open, like the whole corridor is invited to listen.

Gina is the kind of girl who makes you feel weak just by breathing near her. Thick arms, thick thighs, big soft everything, and still running around in tight sport gear like it’s nothing. You’re not some faceless ghost here, you are literally in her head, making choices, pushing her to grind in the gym or grind on somebody’s lap, sometimes both in same day. The whole town is like one big horny playground built around her body and her dad’s broken-down gym, full of people who either want to use her, worship her, or get crushed between those legs. And she actually starts kinda small at first, just strong and curvy, then every time you push another set, another deal, another fucked up favor, she grows. Arms thicker, ass bigger, abs more cut, expressions sluttier, moans louder. You start to memorize the way she groans when she hits that last rep. Yeah, I’m that kind of freak.

The best thing is how normal everything pretends to be at first. You just go around Burlingfort, talking to locals, doing small quests, fixing equipment, checking your phone like it’s a regular RPG life-sim. Then suddenly some stacked milf in yoga pants is offering “private stretching sessions” in the back room. Or the mafia guy shows up and basically says, pay up with money or with body. You think, ok, I’ll be a good girl, I’ll grind the sport events and training jobs, sell some supplements, right. Next thing, you’re arranging evening “work” in alleys and hotel rooms, still wearing your gym jacket while some rich bastard is smacking Gina’s huge ass and begging her to flex for him. And yeah, the game lets you decide: make her a loyal romantic dork who just wants one girl to kiss after sparring, or a full-on muscle goddess who fucks her way through half the city, sometimes with a collar around her neck, sometimes with a leash in her hand instead, stomping on people like they are her warm-up mats.

There are so many small moments that stick in the head. Like that scene where she first realizes she can literally lift a grown man with one arm during combat training, and the dialogue just quietly shifts from “fight” to “oh, you like that, don’t you?” while you’re still picking skills. Or the first time she walks into the locker room and sees another buff sporty girl in a tight uniform, and you get the choice between acting shy, acting cocky, or pinning her against the lockers and kissing her stupid. Or when she has to do a “special session” for money, and you can make her tease the client by flexing her biceps slowly while he’s already on his knees, then sit on his face until he’s begging her like some pathetic paypig. There’s humor all over it too, stupid jokes during serious scenes, ahegao faces when she’s supposed to be acting tough, random NPCs referencing stuff I’ve seen in meme pages on Reddit and Twitter. Sometimes it goes too far into the grind, like you’re running back and forth between gym and town again and again just to unlock one more pervy scene, but then she shows up in a new outfit, muscles pumped, tits barely contained, calling you a perv in that smug way, and yeah. I forget what I was complaining about.

Strange Nights feels like someone grabbed Life is Strange, spilled horny fanfic all over it, then decided “yeah, this is fine” and kept going. You play as Mark Jefferson, the photography teacher, but here he’s not just that creepy guy in the background. He’s the main bastard. You get these weird powers that let you mess with time, memories, choices, all that, and the game leans fully into the fantasy of a teacher with too much control over his students. It’s not subtle. One minute you’re grading photos, the next you’re rewinding a scene because you picked the wrong line that would have pushed a shy student a little deeper into your orbit. There’s this one moment in class where you casually compliment a girl’s shot, then rewind, insult it, then rewind again and choose the “neutral but suggestive” answer, just to see which timeline makes her more flustered later when she’s on her knees in your office. That’s the kind of sick little loop the game wants you to play with every choice.

The tone really hits that “fake respectable teacher, actual predator” vibe. You walk around the school acting professional, checking your phone like you’re bored, but every dialogue option is a fork into something darker: do you slowly corrupt the top student until she begs to be your good girl, or do you push the tough lesbian who hates you into a twisted dom role where she ends up riding your face while you pretend you’re the one in charge? The game loves flipping roles like that. Sometimes Mark is clearly the one pulling strings, using his power to make a girl forget she said no, or to rewind that moment where she slapped him for touching her thigh, just to pick the “right” path that leads to her swallowing his cum like it was inevitable. Other times, you think you are manipulating her, and suddenly you find yourself tied to a chair in the darkroom, hands bound, camera flash popping while a student uses a crop on your chest and sits on your cock like it belongs to her. I had Spotify low in the background and it actually synced pretty well with one scene in the dorm hallway, where you’re pushing this nervous student into choosing between licking your cock or getting her ass fingered first. I swear the beat dropped right when she opened her mouth. Totally not planned, but it felt like some cursed DJ mix.

Sex-wise the game doesn’t pretend to be romantic. Blowjobs are sloppy and transactional, like “you want that higher grade, don’t you?” while she gags around you and tries to keep eye contact. There’s a great scene in the classroom after hours where you use your power to freeze a moment, walk behind a girl at her desk, pull her panties aside, and push in slowly while time crawls forward again, so she feels you at the same instant the world unpauses and she moans way too loud for an empty room. Handjobs show up a lot too, usually as a teasing step, like the dom student stroking you painfully slow and denying you, calling you “sir” in that mocking way while she talks about how she used to respect you. Anal hits harder when it comes after a long string of corruption choices, like when that straight A girl who was all about “boundaries” is now bent over your desk, taking you in her ass while crying and thanking you for “guiding” her. There’s mind control woven into this, not super sci-fi, more like you nudge their thoughts so the line between their will and your pressure gets blurry as hell. And yeah, lesbian scenes are there too, sometimes soft and experimental between students, other times you basically stage them as your private porn, rewinding until you get the perfect angle of one student buried between another girl’s thighs while you jerk off quietly in the shadows. The whole thing feels wrong in exactly the way it wants to, like a corrupted save file of Life is Strange someone found on a very dirty hard drive.