Game feels like someone threw Stalker, a sex toy shop and a bad breakup into a mixer, then forgot to put the lid on. You play this girl wandering a fucked-up anomaly zone, where everything hums like a cheap fridge about to explode. No choices, no branches, it just drags you along, but in a weird way that works. You’re not “roleplaying” her so much as watching her unravel while you sit there with one hand on the mouse and the other… yeah. One of the first scenes that really stuck with me is when she’s alone in some rusted-out industrial corridor, all red emergency lights, and she pulls this ugly, jury-rigged vibrator from her pack. It’s not sexy at first. It looks like something you’d use to torture information out of someone, like, wrong shape, wrong noise, buzzing like an electric toothbrush dying. She’s covered in grime and bruises, and instead of the usual porn-game bullshit where the girl poses like a catalog model, she just slides down the wall and starts using it because she needs something, anything, to remind her she’s still a person and not just meat walking through radiation. That mix of “I shouldn’t be turned on by this” and “okay but I am” pretty much sums up the tone.

The sex isn’t soft-focus romance, even when it is technically romance. There’s this guy she keeps crossing paths with, and their chemistry feels like two broken lighters trying to make one working flame. They care about each other, kind of, but everything around them is rotting, and the game loves to tease you with tenderness before smashing you in the teeth. You’ll get a sweet hand-holding moment, then five minutes later she’s masturbating alone in some abandoned checkpoint, using a smooth metal artifact that might be worth a fortune, or might kill her, with this look that’s half desperation and half “fuck it, if I die like this, at least I came.” The toy scenes are surprisingly varied, though sometimes the pacing is off. There’s one long masturbation stretch where I honestly tabbed out to check Telegram because it felt like the same angle and the same moaning loop. Then the game hits you with an absolutely brutal, bloody encounter, and suddenly that earlier slow scene makes sense because your brain’s still echoing with it while you watch her crawl away from a body that honestly looks too real. The violence is not pretty. People get torn up, shot, melted, and the camera doesn’t politely look away. That clash of erotic tension with graphic wounds makes the whole thing uncomfortable in a deliberate way. It’s not “gore porn” for the sake of shock, more like the dev wanted you to constantly ask yourself where your own line is, and then step over it anyway.

The world itself feels claustrophobic even when the locations are open. You can almost smell the wet concrete and rust. Some of the romance bits are genuinely cute though, in this bitter, awkward style. Like she’s sitting in a half-collapsed truck, passing a flask back and forth with her sort-of-partner, knees touching, and for two minutes you forget there are supernatural anomalies outside tearing people apart. Then she ends up grinding on his thigh, trying not to make noise because other scavengers might be nearby. There’s this one shot where her panties are halfway down, gun still strapped to her leg, and you can see a blood smear on her thigh that clearly isn’t from sex, and that detail just lodged in my head. The game likes these ugly little truths. Her orgasms are messy, not glamorous, sometimes a bit sad. She cries once while using a toy, and the camera doesn’t overly fetishize it, it just stays with her long enough that you start feeling weirdly protective. To be fair, a few scenes try too hard to be “deep” and end up coming off like edge-lord poetry, but then the next event is her quietly humping the handle of an artifact while listening to distant gunfire, and suddenly you’re back in it. It’s not romantic in the classic sense, but the way it mixes need, fear, loneliness and pure raw horniness feels more honest than most “love story” porn games I’ve seen. And yeah, I’m still annoyed that one corridor light flickers in exactly the same rhythm every time and my brain catches it like a gnat, but I keep thinking about that filthy wall, that awful buzzing toy, and the way she keeps going anyway.

You start as this quiet guardian angel, not some shining armor guy, more like a nosy mod in a cursed Discord server, watching a girl in a city that feels cut off from the rest of the world. At first it’s almost calm: narrow streets, fog stuck between the buildings, people pretending they’re normal while catgirls and foxgirls just wander around like it’s nothing. You don’t walk in the city yourself, you nudge it. Tiny choices, small pushes, changing who she meets and what kind of shit she gets dragged into. One run she’s shy, hiding under hoodies and closing curtains, another run she’s half naked in a bar window, acting like she forgot what shame is. The game never stands up and says “here is the corruption route now,” it just lets scenes creep in. A dirty job offer here, a “favor” there, some pervy landlord watching her undress through a crack in the wall while you decide whether to stop it or see what happens next. It feels wrong and interesting at the same time, which I guess is the point.

The city itself slowly turns into this living kink playground if you let it. That quiet back alley becomes the place where she ends up on her knees between two strangers, trying to keep eye contact with you, like she still hopes some angel is actually watching. One decision earlier you told her to take that “easy money,” now she is in a cheap motel room with a group of guys, mascara smeared, trying to act like she’s fine with being used as a cum dump. If you push her harder, the outfits get bolder, tops vanish, skirts get shorter, and suddenly every corner has someone wanting a taste. Interracial scenes in cramped stairwells, public blowjob next to a parked car while a foxgirl girl records it on her phone, lesbian stuff in a steamy bathhouse where she lets another girl pin her to the wall and ride her face until she almost passes out. Sometimes she’s on top, humiliating some poor bastard, spitting in his mouth, choking him a little. Next day she’s the one getting slapped, called a whore, forced to say thank you while a crowd watches and laughs. The game swings between male dom, femdom, and just pure chaos, and the whole time you’re stuck in this weird zen state, clicking options like “encourage” or “ignore” while people choke each other out in graphic, messy detail.

What really hits is when the violence ramps up and the sex doesn’t stop. There is this scene where some thugs drag her behind a warehouse, and it’s not soft at all. She gets pinned to cold concrete, legs forced open, you see the panic, then that fucked up moment where panic turns into something else. Blood, spit, rough thrusts, her voice cracking between begging and moaning, and you’re still there in your little guardian menu, deciding whether to call in a miracle or just let it scar her more. Next playthrough maybe you steer her towards a brothel instead, and now prostitution is almost “cleaner” by comparison: a line of clients, one after another, her learning how to deepthroat while a madam talks about prices. She leans into exhibitionism too, standing under a flickering streetlight in nothing but a thin top, nipples visible, pretending she’s cold while secretly getting turned on by all the staring eyes. Sometimes you do nothing and just watch her through cameras, like a voyeur god, as she lazily rides a guy on a sofa and stares at the invisible you, almost like she knows she’s never alone. The sandbox thing means you just kind of wander between events, trigger something wild, then waste time talking to some random catgirl who wants her tail pulled. It’s messy, uneven, too slow in parts, and yet that fits. Like sex where you both lose rhythm, laugh a bit, then go harder and rougher than before. The girl changes, the city changes, and somewhere in there, you realize you stopped trying to “protect” her and started being curious how far down she can slide.

Memory comes back to you like a drunk kiss in a dark alley: rough, confusing, kind of hot, kind of scary. You wake up in this ugly-beautiful world that smells of steel, sweat and wet soil, and the first thing you see is her. Big soft tits leaning over you, hair falling like a curtain, lips moving, voice low, asking your name while you’re still staring down her cleavage instead of answering. The game doesn’t rush, it just lets you sit there in that POV angle, eyes level with her neckline, while she talks about war and kingdoms and you’re thinking about everything except politics. It feels dirty in a slow way, like fingers sliding under a shirt when no one is in a hurry. Then suddenly you’re walking through a camp where men scream and banners burn, and the same woman acts like nothing happened, like she didn’t just wake you by practically smothering you with her chest. That little emotional whiplash is half of the charm here. Or half of the problem. Hard to say.

What surprised me is how often your dick has to wait while your brain does some work. You click around in this point and click wandering, poking at tents, broken carts, blood stains, talking to people who all want something. Then the game throws you into turn based combat out of nowhere, and for a moment you almost forget there is sex at all, until after you win and she thanks you with her mouth in a quiet corner, on her knees, your view locked right in POV as her lips stretch around you. There’s this scene where you finish a dungeon, half dead, armor cracked, and the other love interest, colder, sharper, with that perfect body that looks like it was made to be pressed against a stone wall, just grabs you by the collar and drags you into a ruined chapel. She talks about strategies and sides in the war while stroking you lazily with her hand, like it’s nothing, like you’re just another weapon she oils before a battle. I hated how sometimes the teasing goes on too long, how the game lets you wander three screens clicking empty barrels instead of pushing you back into her arms, but then that slow pace makes it hotter when it finally breaks and she drops to all fours, back arched, tits swinging while you pound her from behind as if the whole world outside is burning. Which it kind of is, with all that graphic violence splattered around, heads split, bodies on spikes, and then suddenly you’re in a tent with soft candlelight, her lips shiny with spit and your cum, talking about who you should support in this stupid war like it’s pillow talk.

I liked that the male protagonist is not some mute wall of muscles, he throws small comments, gets confused, sometimes sounds like a horny idiot who pretends he cares more about honor than about getting his dick sucked, and that feels very real. I had this one moment where I chose to help some poor bastard on the roadside, and it turned into a bloody mess, cut throats, dark magic, and afterward one of the girls looked at me like I was her personal hero, slid under my cloak and started slow oral right there behind a broken wagon, while the sky glowed red from burning villages. It aroused me and also annoyed me because the controls in that scene felt fiddly, like the cursor just refused to land where I wanted, and I kept thinking about that instead of focusing on the way her tongue moved. But then she looked up with cum on her lips and laughed, and I forgot my little complaints for a while. The world feels heavy, any step might drag you into another fight, another dungeon, another choice about who lives, who dies, who gets to ride your cock in a dirty cave with echoes of moans mixing with screams from somewhere far away. It all tastes like metal and sex, like sweat on bare skin under armor, like being torn between going home or staying just one more night in this cursed place because you want to see her on top again, tits bouncing in rhythm with the turn based beating of your enemies outside the tent. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

Guy wakes up from a nasty bike crash, his girl is dead, his body is somehow fine, his head is a mess. He thinks: new city, new university, new life, forget everything. Of course it goes to shit immediately. You’re walking into this school full of tight uniforms and way too short skirts, trying to act normal, and the game keeps reminding you that you shouldn’t even be alive. You’re this mix of horny and broken, which is honestly relatable after a long workday when your brain is mush but your dick still loads Chrome by muscle memory. One moment you’re in class pretending to take notes, next moment you’re staring at the teacher’s blouse and the little gap between buttons, then some creepy flicker in the corner of the screen like reality just hiccuped. It plays with that switch a lot: you’re laughing at a dumb joke, then suddenly you remember your dead girlfriend’s voice and the whole scene turns weirdly cold.

The sex stuff hits slow at first. Lots of teasing, legs crossing, girls leaning way too close, that kind of cocky flirting where you’re not sure if they’re into you or just bored. The milf professor who “cares about your trauma” but sits on the desk so you can see the shape of her ass in that tight skirt. A classmate who sends you a “homework question” pic that absolutely is not safe for study group. There’s a scene where you’re stuck in a stairwell during a fire drill, watching a girl change her shirt through this tiny glass window, and you can back out like a decent human or keep watching while she slips off her bra and you see those huge tits bounce, and the game actually reacts to that choice later. Handjob behind the gym after practice, messy blowjob in a parked car while some weird shadow moves in the background like something else is watching both of you. That part hit hard, because you’re trying to focus on her tongue and the little spit strings and instead your brain is like “hey remember your dead girl, remember her throat taking you, remember the blood”. It’s horny and fucked up at the same time and the game doesn’t try to clean it.

The best part and also the most annoying is how often it lets you be an asshole or a softie and both feel wrong. You flirt with this shy girl who clearly has a crush, she’s clumsy, big ass in those tight jeans, and you can push her into stripping for you in some empty classroom. It’s hot, she’s blushing, slowly pulling her panties to her knees, you can see a bit of her wetness catching the light, and your guy still flashes to his ex lying broken on the road. Romantic route tries to happen, but the world keeps glitching, you keep seeing that accident, and sometimes the game hits you with graphic stuff out of nowhere, like a quick shot of torn skin or crushed helmet, just long enough to kill your boner for a second. Talking to the milf in her office about “moving on” turns into her on her knees, stroking you slow, asking if you’re thinking of her or the girl who died, and you almost want to close the tab, but of course you don’t. I wish the pacing wasn’t so jumpy sometimes, like it goes from goofy meme humor in group chat to “oh look, maybe something supernatural wants you dead” in two clicks, but then I’m sitting on public transport with one earbud half in, pretending to read emails, watching a fully animated sex scene where you pin a girl against a dorm wall and fuck her raw while her phone flashlight keeps turning on and off. And in the reflection of the window behind you, there’s something standing there, just looking. You finish anyway.