Rumors always sound stupid until you are the one they whisper about. This game throws you into one of those sticky school legends, the “there is a satanic cult behind the gym” kind of bullshit, except you actually trip over the damn book they are using. Not a cute grimoire with sparkles, more like something that looks like it smells of old cum and candle smoke. You crack it open for a laugh, and the first thing it gives you is the power to make the class virgin blush so hard she almost creams herself in the middle of an “examination” scene where the teacher leans too close, her tits brushing your arm, and you realize the book is not just edgy goth decor. It lets you push people, twist their lust, nudge their fears, and at first you just use it for small shit: making your best friend text you late at night with “I had this weird dream, why were you watching me in the shower?” while you are literally watching him through some voyeur spell on your phone, zooming in like it is some cursed Pornhub live cam. The game plays like a mix of visual novel and sandbox, you wander around school halls, club rooms, that empty classroom behind the science lab where the “mystery club” girl hides her monster girl hentai doujins, and every choice you poke in the text gets a horny consequence ten minutes later. Sometimes it is just teasing, a milf teacher accidentally pressing her big ass on your desk while bending over the board, sometimes it turns into full on corruption, like you mark a shy futa class rep with a little symbol and next time you see her she is in the bathroom stall, stroking a throbbing cock that looks too heavy for her thin legs, biting her lip and mumbling your name.

The story pretends to be about this “evil power” and responsibility, but half the time I forgot the cult plot and just chased who I could break or save or both. You can go playful, using the book to make girls horny at the worst moments, like forcing a strict nurse to lactate during a routine health check, milk stains spreading on her white top while she clenches her thighs, then suddenly she is grabbing your hand and shoving it under her skirt, muttering how this is “for science.” Or you lean into full NTR stuff, using blackmail photos and the book’s little curse tricks to push a sweet romance into pure cheating. There is one brutal route where your “best friend” tries to confess to his crush under the cherry tree and you quietly tweak her feelings so she accepts, then later you drag her into a storage room and she is on her knees around your cock, choking and crying because she knows she is his, but the spell makes betrayal feel like a delicious punishment. The game loves mixing that hurt with the horny: a loyal girlfriend getting pounded by a big black cock you summoned from some “monster” page, your corrupted class rep in a gangbang bukkake scene with faceless students dripping on her glasses, the principal on her knees in the occult club room giving a sloppy oral exam as if it is normal curriculum. There is futa, femdom, crossdressing sissification stuff where the book flips your own body, giving you a fat futa dick for one route, soft tits in another, forcing you into a skirt while a female domination demon spanks you until you are hard just from the pain. One day you are fingering a shy monster girl by the pool during summer vacation, her tail curling around your wrist as she begs for creampie, the next you are watching a furry club president hump your enchanted sex toy in the empty gym. It is messy, horny, a bit mean, and the book never really feels safe; every time you use it to make someone moan louder in a titfuck or a footjob scene, there is that tiny line of text hinting that maybe the book is also rewriting you, turning a “regular student” into something closer to the cult freaks you laughed at in the first place.

Twilight City is one of those places that looks like a shitty Netflix crime show if you squint, but then it opens its legs and suddenly you remember why you still play this kind of stuff instead of scrolling Pornhub like a goldfish. You’re the guy with the dead eyes and the old case eating your brain, the whole “Red Tape Killer” urban legend that refuses to stay buried. Instead of doing the usual noir thing where everything starts in some smoky office, the story yanks you straight back to your college days, when your biggest problems were exams, cheap coffee, and trying not to stare at your classmates’ tits for too long. That part is actually the nice trick here: you know this is all going somewhere very ugly, but the game forces you to wade through that bittersweet student life where every girl feels important and every bad choice is quietly sharpening the knife for later.

College isn’t some generic porn campus here, although yeah, there’s plenty of “oops, she’s bending over again” moments. You’ve got this mix of girls who feel like they stepped out of different games and accidentally ended up in the same one. There’s the playful tease who keeps fucking with you during group projects, brushing her hand along your thigh under the table while the professor drones on, acting like nothing is happening. Another one pretends she’s only interested in “helping you study” then slowly slides her hand into your lap while asking about your future, as if your cock is part of the career plan. The sex scenes don’t waste your time with theatrical bullshit either. Handjobs that start messy and rushed because you’re both afraid someone will walk in. Slow, drawn out oral where she looks up at you with that smug “I own you now” expression. Classic pussy pounding in a tiny dorm room that squeaks at every thrust while you’re both trying to keep the volume low and completely failing. Tits and ass are front and center, obviously, bouncing in rhythm with every movement. The animations are not perfect, some loops feel a bit stiff, and sometimes her mouth movement is weirdly off from the audio, but honestly that rough edge gives it this cheap porn studio vibe that kind of works. Then again, I’m half blind from too many Steam “adult” games, so maybe I’m just broken.

Under all the fucking, there’s that slow burn detective thread doing push-ups in the background. Random details from banal scenes suddenly matter, like a half-seen red ribbon tied to a bag, or a line in a casual conversation that hits differently when you remember you’re chasing a serial killer. One time I picked a dialogue choice just to be a bit of a sarcastic asshole and later realized it was tied to whether someone actually trusts you enough to open up about a creepy incident on campus. Choices don’t scream “THIS WILL CHANGE EVERYTHING” in neon text, they just sit there, and later you realize you nudged the story into a darker corner. The investigation parts are pretty light, more about talking, piecing together small clues, and deciding who you believe instead of playing CSI with a magnifying glass, but the tone fits. That mix of college romance, interracial hookups, and a slowly closing criminal net is strangely addictive. You’re balls deep in a girl, her legs wrapped tight around your waist, and at the same time your brain is quietly replaying that message the killer sent you in the future, trying to match the threat to one of these pretty faces. It’s fucked up, it’s horny, it trips over its own shoes sometimes with pacing, and the writing swings between sharp and cheesy like a drunk on a staircase, yet I kept clicking next, just to see which of these “innocent” memories is hiding the rot.

This thing feels like someone mashed up a trashy late-night sitcom with a horny demon power fantasy and then just... didn’t bother to clean it up. You’re this baby incubus clown who gets cut off by daddy hell-money and has to go scam a “normal” human family by yelling you’re their lost son. That alone tells you the tone. It’s not classy. It’s not “sensual.” It’s a walking disaster of bad decisions, fake drama, mom thirst, and the kind of low-blow humor you’d expect from a Discord server that should’ve been shut down months ago. And it actually works half the time. One moment you’re laughing because the MC is a cocky idiot talking big about domination and “ancient incubus arts,” and five minutes later he’s getting a titjob he did not even deserve, because the game decided his bullshit pheromones just flipped the switch in her brain. It plays like a corruption porn parody where everyone still tries to act like they have morals for about five seconds, then the scent hits and suddenly panties, bras, and standards are gone.

The whole cheating angle is handled in that “oh no, this is wrong” way where the characters say it once, then keep doing it again and again, and you’re there going, yeah sure, very guilty, while she’s riding the MC on the couch with the husband in the next room. And it leans hard into voyeur stuff too. You’re peeking through cracked doors, listening at walls, watching someone finger herself thinking about the “son,” then later walking in like you didn’t just hear everything. There’s a fun little loop with the incubus power where the more you toy with them, the bolder they get. A bit of spanking here, some “accidental” groping there, subtle scent cranked up, and suddenly the MILF is grinding on your lap “joking,” the daughter is masturbating in the shower whispering your name, and you’re pretending this is all some deep character growth. It’s not. It’s just a slow slide from teasing and handjobs toward full-on oral, titfucks, and messy vaginal scenes that feel like a badly timed punchline. The humor is hit-or-miss as hell. Sometimes the MC drops a line that legit made me snort, sometimes he sounds like a rejected Reddit shitposter trying to roleplay as a demon god of pussy. And there’s this weird mystical layer on top, like it remembers every now and then that you’re actually a supernatural creature and not just some random perv couch-crashing at a stranger’s house, so you get little bits of “training” and talk about being a stronger incubus, while you’re still secretly jerking off after spying on the stepmom with a sex toy she swears she hasn’t used in years.

What I actually liked is that the sex isn’t just “click scene, watch loop, nut, next.” You mess with their heads a bit. You gaslight their libido. You throw in some playful domination, a hand on the throat, push them up against the counter, talk filthy in their ear, and the game lets you see them shift from shy and hesitant to “please choke me harder, son.” It’s fucked up, sure, but it fits the vibe. Some of the animated stuff really sells the weight of tits bouncing on your cock or the mouth sliding down in a sloppy blowjob, and then other times it looks janky as hell, like someone animated it half asleep, but you’re already invested so you let it slide. I kinda wish they pushed the voyeurism even more, like having routes where you don’t touch them at first, just watch them corrupt themselves under your influence, walking around with that swollen ass and no panties, “accidentally” bending over in front of you. Would be fun to see them add more twisted “mystery” stuff too, like neighbors smelling the incubus aura and getting dragged into the mess, or some jealous supernatural chick trying to cockblock your corruption spree. But nah, for now it’s mostly you, your scent, some fucked up fake family dynamics, a big-ass MILF with zero chance of staying faithful, a walking stereotype of a horny girl with no self-control, and you pretending this whole thing is some kind of grand incubus coming-of-age story instead of what it really is: low-brow, dirty, often stupid, and absolutely built for people who like to watch morals collapse in slow motion while they laugh and jerk off.

Jason is that kind of lazy-ass 22-year-old everyone knows: still parked in mom’s house, half pretending to look for work, actually grinding through games like his life depends on clearing the next level. The game drops you right into one of those “I’ll just play one more” nights where the screen glow is basically his only real relationship. Except here, the more he plays, the stranger his world starts twisting. Not in some deep philosophical way, don’t worry. More like: the geeky gamer fantasies in his head start leaking into his real life, and suddenly mom’s tight shirt isn’t “just mom’s shirt” anymore, and the Lara-style brunette on screen feels a little too close, like she might crawl out of the monitor and ask for a blowjob for beating the boss. It plays out like a short episode, self-contained, like a dirty Black Mirror that decided to stop pretending it has a moral and just went full horny instead.

The tone is this weird mix of everyday boredom and “shit, did that actually just happen.” One moment Jason’s half-slouching at his desk, alt-tabbing between his game and some porn site like Pornhub or XVideos, thinking about nothing, and then bam, you’re in front of a stacked milf with ridiculous big tits, and the game doesn’t even pretend you’re there for plot. You get those classic VN moments where time kind of slows down, screen holds on a CG of her bending over the sink, panties riding up, Jason’s eyes glued to her ass even though he’s pretending to look at the floor. The text doesn’t over-explain it, which I like. You already know what he’s thinking. When oral comes in, it’s not some meek fade to black. Mouth on cock, spit strings, sloppy sounds, her lips stretching around him, his hand in her hair pulling a little too hard, that quick little panic in his head that she might actually notice how much he’s enjoying it. Then he thinks about that redhead from his game, the one with the explorer shorts, and suddenly the lines start blurring. Is he imagining mom as his own bootleg Lara, or did the dev just decide that gamer brain is one endless crossover event and call it a day.

What sells it isn’t some great mystery plot, it’s that feeling of being stuck between screens and reality. Jason grinding XP in his games, then “grinding” something else in the hallway when mom bends down to pick up laundry. You get those heavy-breathing scenes where she’s on her knees, her lips wrapped around him, cheeks hollowing out, eyes up, and the text throws in just enough little details like the taste, the warmth, the way her tongue plays with the tip, that it hits that sweet spot between porn and fantasy diary. The parody vibe sneaks in too, with that obvious nod to Lara Croft style heroines: tough gamer fantasy girls with guns and shorts who, in this world, also happen to love sucking cock once Jason manages to “beat” their route. No long grind, no nonsense stat juggling, just click, read, choose, watch the CG hentai do its thing. One shot, in and out, like a quick jerk-it session between real-life obligations you’re definitely ignoring. It feels dirty in that specific way only a story about a useless gamer son drooling over his milf mother and game heroines can pull off, and it doesn’t apologize for any of it.

Bolsdip sounds like the kind of town where nothing happens, but then you walk around for five minutes and suddenly you are watching your hot neighbor masturbate through a half open curtain and pretending this is “part of the investigation”. You play this young detective who comes back home carrying big city attitude, small town trauma, and a dick that keeps voting against professional ethics. On the surface it is this classic mystery thing: weird disappearances, rumors about supernatural shit, people keeping secrets. But the game quietly keeps shifting everything into sex. Every clue, every locked door, every awkward chat in the college hallway somehow slides toward blackmail, seduction, or some fucked up mix of both where you are not sure if you are saving them or corrupting them further. It feels less like solving cases and more like peeling clothes off reality, one layer at a time.

The way it plays is relaxed and a bit messy in a good way. You click around town, poke at objects, wait for certain times of day, and different scenes unlock depending on what you already screwed up or screwed. One run I spent ages orbiting the local professor, this classy-looking woman who talks like she teaches ethics but dresses like she cosplays her own students’ fantasies. Conversation with her starts academic, about motives and perception and all that, then suddenly she is pressing you against her office desk, whispering about “research” while her hand slides down your pants. It’s not just “sex scene, reward, next”. She keeps referencing previous choices, teasing you for hesitating when she first offered to “help you relax”, and if you push back she flips into this cool femdom mode, sitting on her chair and making you kneel between her legs while she explains moral philosophy like it’s foreplay. I wish the transitions between normal talk and horny talk were less abrupt sometimes, but at the same time that abruptness kind of feels right, like how real desire cuts into small talk without asking.

Next door is the milf who looks way too perfect for this shitty little town. She bakes, she smiles, she leans over in yoga pants in a way that absolutely counts as exhibitionism. She acts all caring, nostalgic about when you were younger, but the camera angle really cares only about her tits and her ass. You end up in these situations where you “help” her carry boxes, fix some minor thing in her house, and the reward rapidly goes from a hug to her guiding your head between her legs on the living room couch while some boring TV show is on in the background. There is this one scene where she pretends to be half asleep on the sofa and you are standing there, watching her nipples harden under the shirt, and the game lets you choose whether to be a good guy or quietly slide your hand under the fabric. It feels dirty in a very aware way, like the game is staring right into that part of your brain that always wonders what you would really do if nobody judged you. And then, when you think you have the pattern, the game throws that hidden baocat thing at you, so suddenly you are clicking around locations looking for a ridiculous little mascot that unlocks some extra lewd toy or secret animation. It is silly, breaks the mood, makes you grin, and somehow also makes the next blowjob scene feel more earned, because you hunted a stupid cat for it. The whole thing ends up like a horny detective diary: a slow burn of mysteries, voyeur moments, guilt-flavored orgasms, and the constant sense that Bolsdip itself is getting wetter and weirder the deeper you push.

There’s this weird cozy-horny vibe to Growth Academy that kinda sneaks up on you. At first it feels like some chill school-life VN where you just arrived on this hidden island college, meet a couple of classmates with too-big sweaters and oddly shy teachers, and you think “ok, normal harem setup, I know this”. Then suddenly someone’s boobs are stretching her uniform day by day, another girl’s ass doesn’t fit in her chair anymore, and the game just treats it like it’s as normal as exchanging Line IDs. I liked that actually. Nobody is screaming “oh no I am a freak of nature”, it is more like “my tits grew two sizes again, can you help me carry my books” and then five minutes later you are face first in her cleavage. The whole place feels like a horny rehab center where the cure is more sex. Also the island lore is lowkey interesting even when you came only to see giant jiggling body parts crash into doorframes. I kept telling myself “okay one more scene then I close it and touch grass” and suddenly I’m trying to max out affection with a girl whose thighs could crush a small car, just because I wanted to see what happens if she really lets go during sex. Spoiler: she does not hold back.

The erotic part leans hard into growth, but it does not rush. Some routes are very slow burn, you watch a girl’s body change over many days, clothes getting tighter, camera angles getting more pervy, your MC pretending he is surprised even though you obviously keep choosing the horny dialogue. One of my favorite moments was sneaking into the dorm at night and the game casually drops a sleep sex scene like “oh yeah this is a thing here”. No drama, just you sliding under the covers, touching big warm flesh in the dark while the UI quietly pops up new corruption flags. Then later the same girl acts all innocent in class, except she can’t button her shirt anymore and the teacher keeps looking and you feel like everyone is lying to each other and it turns you on more. There’s futa stuff, lesbian scenes behind the gym, some dommy girls that use you like a toy, a succubus who basically blackmails you with your own dick, group sessions that feel like a school project gone very wrong, and a few “oh shit, did that just count as cheating” moments that made me pause for like two seconds before clicking “continue”. I wish they would stop teasing pregnancy and then not go full explicit with it, but I get it, I still hate it. Also there’s this whole persona-ish schedule and dungeon tone in the background where you manage days, build stats, poke at mysteries, but half the time I forgot about the big island secret and just chased bigger tits and thicker asses like some caveman with a smartphone. It’s messy, horny, kind of clumsy at times, some scenes hit like top tier hentai, some feel like they were written at 4% brain battery, but it has that “one more click” energy that makes you keep an incognito tab open way longer than you plan.

You wake up in this fucked up little pocket of reality that feels like someone mixed a murder scene with a wet dream and forgot to clean either part. There’s wax on the floor, candles half melted, and a skeleton that won’t shut up about fate and sin like a drunk philosopher on Discord at 5 in the morning. You’re supposed to be a detective, right, the serious type, solving cases and writing reports, but the game keeps poking at you, like it knows what kind of shit you watch in incognito mode. The demon girl in the cell looks at you like she’s already seen every bad thought you ever had about your teacher, your neighbor, that one milf on Instagram with the suspiciously perfect big tits. She talks slow, teasing, like she’s unwrapping your brain the way most hentai girls unwrap a cock, and the creepy thing is she’s not even wrong. The whole thing feels like an interrogation where you’re the one getting stripped.

It pretends to be horror at first, with this prison that doesn’t follow normal logic, doors that appear where there was only stone, and reality bending around your choices, but then it starts slipping in sex like it’s nothing. One minute you’re checking a crime scene, the next you’re spying through a keyhole at some girl in a school uniform getting “tutored” a little too hard by a futa teacher with a cock that obviously breaks school rules. You follow one lead and end up watching a corrupted housewife kneel down and take a slow, messy blowjob that turns into a creampie she’s totally not supposed to enjoy, because she still has a husband somewhere in this story, I think. The game doesn’t stop there. It keeps pushing the whole cheating thing, netorase stuff, voyeur scenes where you’re told to watch, to record, to blackmail. The demon keeps asking which choice turns you on more, the broken girl begging for more or the proud one who ends up collared and slapped until she does what she’s told. There are pixel art bits that somehow feel dirtier than the “serious” 3D renders, like when a tiny growing girl slowly turns into a giantess and pins a terrified, naked succubus under her ass, grinding on her face like it’s some casual Tuesday. And you think, I didn’t ask for that, but yeah, I kind of did.

What I really care about, and the game kind of half-asses, is the interface. For something with this much psychological stuff and roleplaying choices, it acts like everyone has perfect eyesight, perfect reflexes, perfect mouse control. Tiny dialogue text on bright backgrounds with fancy fonts that look nice for ten seconds, then start to hurt. There’s a lot of clicking through long scenes, especially the slow burn corruption parts, and no real “hey, my hands get tired, can I use my keyboard more” options. You can’t bump font size without going into awkward system zooms like you’re reading a PDF from 2009. There are sound cues for important choices, but no real detailed volume sliders, so if you have sensitive hearing or use headphones because, you know, you don’t want your whole house hearing a futanari nun spanking a schoolgirl until she squirts, you’re stuck juggling Windows mixer and hoping the demon doesn’t suddenly moan at full blast. The sex scenes are hot, sure, in that messy mix of bdsm, femdom, incest hints, sleep sex, pregnancy scares and “she says no at first but then she’s dripping” way that a lot of adult games push, and the sandboxy structure lets you stalk characters, watch them in showers, tease them with toys, push them toward group sex in the “wrong” route. But for a game that loves fucking with your head about control and consent, it doesn’t give you much control over basic comfort. No colorblind modes for clue highlighting, no text-to-speech hooks, no simple way to slow down auto-advance if you process English slower than native speakers. It wants to dig into your secret kinks like it’s reading your diary, yet it treats access like an afterthought, like if you can’t keep up with fast text and tiny buttons then you’re not invited to the orgy. Which is kind of funny, because the whole story is about doors that shouldn’t exist, but when I actually need a door like “bigger UI” or “less click spam” that one never appears.

Ava looks like the kind of wife you show on Instagram and pretend your life is super balanced, while in reality your balls are on permanent hostage mode. She is soft, smiley, cuddly, and at the same time somehow talks to you like a therapist who owns your dick by legal right. The game plays into that mood hard. You’re the husband, stuck in this weird mix of romance, edging, and “yes dear” energy, and the whole story slowly twists that into something darker and way more fucked up. It starts like a cozy slow-burn visual novel, all sweet teasing and emotional talks about trust, then suddenly you remember there is a succubus involved and you probably made the worst bargain in horny history. The pace is not for people who just want to open a menu, click “blowjob,” and go fap. You actually sit in long conversations where Ava is talking about feelings, and your brain is screaming “please just ruin me,” and the game kind of answers with “okay, but let’s make it psychologically uncomfortable too.”

Then Alison shows up. Half-sister, total problem, full succubus, and the kind of girl who looks at you like she already knows the exact shape of your kink just from your breathing pattern. The night you see her feeding on some dude feels like you accidentally walked into the wrong Pornhub category and stayed anyway. Instead of running, you do the most porn-brain decision possible: you blackmail a soul-sucking demon into helping you turn your wife into a hotwife. Genius. Absolutely stupid, but genius. This is where the whole thing shifts from “romantic VN” to “erotic thriller with way too much edging.” Alison basically becomes your horny life coach, linked to your head with this telepathic bond that lets her poke your thoughts, whisper stuff while you’re trying not to cum inside Ava, and nudge her slowly toward more teasing, more public flirting, more emotional domination, more “you’re mine, but I might share you.” There is plenty of explicit stuff, but it always comes wrapped in mind games. One moment you’re getting a passionate blowjob from the wife who tells you how much she loves you, next moment you remember Alison is listening in and treating your orgasms like some kind of magical resource. The game plays with hotwife fantasies, voyeuristic moments, hints of cheating, and that sick mix of guilt and arousal where you want Ava corrupted and at the same time you are terrified she will actually enjoy it too much. Sometimes it feels romantic, sometimes it feels like a psychological horror with tits, and sometimes you just sit there thinking “this is so fucked up” while still clicking “next” with one hand.

The storm hits, your ship breaks, people scream, and then there is just water in your lungs and this weird calm feeling like you already fucked up your own story before it even started. When you open your eyes again, it’s hot, everything smells like salt and wet earth, and you are lying on a beach between a half-naked friend you can’t wake up and a dark-skinned girl with feathers in her hair who looks at you like she already knows what you will do to her later. That part made me smirk, honestly. The game doesn’t pretend to be “classy” about it. You drag yourself into this hidden British settlement on the island, with people acting strangely polite, like they are hosting some polite tea party while pretending not to stare at your crotch. They tell you your friend is dead. The way the old guy says “No one survives outside the village at night” is so calm it’s creepy, like he is almost hoping you try.

Sex doesn’t jump on you in the first two clicks and I kind of liked that, even if at one point I was yelling at my monitor because the village chief’s daughter kept teasing me with that loose white shirt and soft accent and still nothing. She keeps leaning in, her tits brushing your chest, voice half-whisper, asking about your dreams and fears. You can actually feel her breath in your ear when she promises to “take care of your tension” if you obey the rules. Virgin, my ass. When she finally drops to her knees in that narrow storage hut, with moonlight cutting through the wooden slats and dust floating around, the wet choking sounds are filthy in a very good way. She looks up at you with those “innocent” eyes while drool and cum drip from her lips. It’s not just click and fade to black. The game lingers on her tongue running along your shaft, on the way her throat tightens when you push a bit too deep, like it wants you to feel that tiny cruelty and enjoy it.

The female voices have this low, hungry warmth that sold the whole island mood for me. The Indian girl has this soft, careful tone at first, like she’s afraid you will break, then later she is ordering you to strip and spreading your legs with her foot on your chest. When she rides you in the jungle clearing, cicadas humming around, her ass bouncing in slow rhythm while she calls you “prey”, the mix between danger and romance feels weirdly right. I just wish the one church scene didn’t have that stupid squeaky floorboard that distracts from her moans; it annoyed me every single time and it will probably stay exactly like that forever. There is a nice contrast between the “good girl” promising love and safety, letting you cum deep inside her with that shaky “don’t pull out, please”, and the woman who makes you lick her clean after she milks you dry, thumb on your tongue, telling you you’re hers now. Sometimes the kissing and soft breathing get more erotic than the full-on creampie, sometimes not at all, and I kept changing my mind which I liked more. Then I remembered I was supposed to care about finding my missing friend and wandered back into the jungle, cock still half hard, trying to decide if the shadows whispering my name were in my head or not. The island doesn’t feel safe, the women definitely aren’t safe, and you keep chasing both anyway.