Set in fictional foxes flu pandemic era, young college teen and his brother's fiancee, quarantine themselves at solitary lake house in the middle of nowhere. Little did they know, the lake holds sinister secret that will forever change their lives. In order to survive, they need to cast their difference aside and worked together to survive whatever lurks in the depth of the lake.​

Red shows up in this tiny desert shithole thinking he’s just gonna fix a busted motel, make some “quick cash,” and coast. Instead he walks into a sandblasted circus of thick moms, broken air conditioners, and way too many people who remember what he did years ago and still get horny about it. The game plays like one of those slow burn point and click stories where every time you think “ok, nothing left in this room,” you poke one more thing and suddenly you’re watching a shower scene through a cracked tile while pretending you’re checking the water pressure. The motel looks like it should be condemned, but it’s full of bored women with big asses and bigger problems, twins who are way too synced in how they tease him, and at least one granny who absolutely understands what a hard day of “manual labor” really needs at the end. Red is the classic idiot hero, always trying to act like a gentleman, while your mouse is directly steering him into every shameless voyeur angle possible, like peeking past curtains, checking “if the wiring’s okay” behind a half naked tenant, or listening way too long at doors that are very obviously not soundproof.

The sandbox vibe kicks in pretty fast. You just wander around the motel and the dead little town, click on stuff, and the game keeps rewarding you with new scenes, tiny horror moments, and jokes that honestly feel written by someone who had way too much horny energy and not enough supervision. One second you’re negotiating a room discount with a stacked milf who leans just a little too far over the counter, the next you’re dragged into the local weirdness where the lights flicker, shadows move, and you wonder if that girl in the hallway with the soft voice is really as cute as she looks or if she’s hiding a surprise package between her legs. It doesn’t treat the horror like a joke, but it still lets you laugh when Red gets scared of some old pipes and then two minutes later is completely calm watching a virgin guest get coached through her “first time” with a client because the motel suddenly discovered prostitution is the best business plan in town. The humor is all over the place, from dumb puns to trashy sex banter, and some scenes feel way too real, like scrolling Pornhub on your phone while you pretend you’re checking the weather app. The art leans into big tits, thick thighs and slightly wrong proportions in a way that somehow just works, especially when you’re watching the twins mess with him, acting innocent while they bend over in sync to “pick something up.” Red keeps saying he wants a fresh start, but every route you click just pushes him deeper into this place, into these people, into their beds, and honestly if the motel ever actually gets fixed it’ll feel like a scam, because the broken stuff is half the reason it’s so easy to get away with watching, touching, and crossing every line that should’ve stayed on the other side of the front desk.

Jake crawling back to that creepy family house after fucking up his big “I’ll be a businessman” dream is already kind of hot in a pathetic way. He’s broke, ashamed, stuck in a place he hates, surrounded by people that should feel familiar but don’t. Mom looks too perfect, too young, tits pushed tight in those thin tops like she’s trying not to notice his eyes sliding down. The “relatives” smile wrong, stand a little too close, talk about “taking care of him” like they’re rehearsing a script someone else wrote. And the house itself keeps breathing in the background. Doors open on their own, lights flicker, someone moans down the hallway when everyone’s supposed to be asleep. Of course he goes to check. Of course he shouldn’t. The best thing here is how the horny stuff always sneaks in right behind the weird. You’re reading a normal line, then suddenly a hand is on his thigh, or he rounds a corner and sees two women pressed together on the couch, one with her tongue sliding up the other’s inner thigh while the TV just hums static. Then it cuts to a different angle and you notice that one of them has a thick cock slowly hardening between her legs, pushing at her panties, and she’s not embarrassed at all. She stares back like “yeah, you’re next.” And you know the game will let you chase that. Or just watch. Or act like you’re disgusted and then sneak back later and beg for it. Small thing that annoyed me: the sound of the old floorboards is exactly the same no matter where you walk. It messed with the tension a bit. I kept thinking someone else was moving, but no, just the same effect looping. Whatever, my brain still filled in the gaps. The corruption here feels more fanfic than official story, in a good way. Canon would never let the “family” blackmail him with phone pics of him jacking off in the bathroom while something invisible whispers in his ear. But this does. One route lets them trap him slowly, pushing him into humiliating situations, making him walk around half naked, hard, while some unseen presence strokes his ego and his dick. The paranormal stuff doesn’t just stay in the background either. Sometimes the ghostly shit joins in. You get those scenes where a door slams and the room goes dark, and there’s nothing on screen except text describing breath on his neck and a wet tongue dragging along his ear, and he can’t move because he’s scared and turned on at the same time. It feels like reading a filthy fan ending where the author said “fuck canon” and finally let the tension boil over. One path might lean into him stealing other people’s lovers, slipping into someone’s bed that is technically already “taken”, fucking them while their partner is under some weird influence in the next room. Another path can flip it, where he’s the one losing control of the people he thought were on his side, watching them slowly gravitate toward that smug futa neighbor, or the “aunt” with the big tits and the fake sweet smile, until he’s left alone with some monster touching him in all the ways they used to. Some scenes go all the way into ugly, drooling ahegao faces, mascara running, spit and cum everywhere, and then right after that you get a quiet moment where he’s just standing in the hallway, listening to the house creak and thinking “something’s wrong” like he didn’t just blast a load all over someone’s face five minutes ago. It’s messy in the right way. Kind of feels like a horny horror doujin that grew too big and turned into a full game, kept all the weird edges, never smoothed them out. You get those animated moments where the thrusting goes on just a bit longer than is comfortable, or the camera holds on the look of shame-turned-pleasure on someone’s face while they’re being watched through a half open door. And of course, every time you think you found the “true” story, another route appears, another ending that says no, that wasn’t canon, this is. Until the next one.

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.