Remote islands in games always make me think of runaway brides and moody seaside editorials, not a horny young doctor patching up people who may or may not be possessed by something that wants to crawl under his skin. This one feels like someone mixed a medical drama, a ghost story and a porn parody in one Pinterest board, then forgot to tidy anything. You arrive as this fresh doctor, supposed to learn from a famous woman that just… is not there. She is everywhere in the story, in whispers, in family photos, in that weird smell in the clinic hallway, but she’s also gone. Same energy as when I send a lingerie sketch to a client and they “love it” and then vanish. The island itself feels like a big, damp bedroom. Everyone knows everyone. Everyone hides something. People come to your clinic with a fever and leave with your hands on places that are definitely not in any medical manual. And under that, there is this constant small fear that the body you are touching is not completely their own. Something rides them, slides inside their eyes, speaks through their mouths. It’s hot for a second and then you get that little cold under the spine that usually only happens when Gmail crashes right after you hit “send sample pics”.

What I really like is how the erotic part and the horror part keep tripping over each other. You have these older women, very self aware, playing the nurturing card with a little too much tongue, like a MILF campaign from a cheap underwear brand, only with more blood tests. They tease you, they act all motherly, then they say something that sounds like it belongs to someone much older, or not even human, and suddenly the whole vibe flips. There is a scene where one of them comes in late, storm outside, clothes half soaked, asking for a check-up in a tone that is clearly “fuck me on the exam bed, doctor”. The lighting, the breathing, the little touches, it all builds up, and you are so busy undressing her that you almost miss the moment her voice shifts, a second personality pushing through while you still have your fingers inside her. That fucked me up in a good way. I design harness bras on my iPad with Procreate running, Spotify in the back, then I alt-tab to this game in Chrome and suddenly I’m thinking about how to make lingerie that looks like it could be used in an exorcism and in a family dinner at same time. And there is this whole incest twist floating through some of the families on the island, spoken half-open, half like forbidden fabric you only use on special orders. People call each other “son” and “aunt” and you are not always sure if the soul inside that body is actually related or just borrowing the title. I kind of wish the clinic had more small props, like disposable gloves stacked wrong or mismatched curtains, but it will probably stay like this forever and that’s oddly fitting. The romance parts go from sweet to fucked to sweet again with no warning, one minute you’re gently comforting a scared girl, next minute something that might be The Nightrest is whispering through her lips that it knows exactly how your cock tastes from “another time”. Then everyone acts normal again, like the game gaslight you. I kept telling myself I’m here for “research”, for fabric inspiration, but by the time the lights flickered in the hallway during a blowjob scene, I realized I was just horny and slightly afraid of my own bedsheets.

You come back to this glossy, fake-perfect hometown like some prodigal son who learned how to fuck with people’s brains instead of just getting a normal job. Now you’re the new psychologist in a mega rich tech corporation, walking into rooms where everyone smiles too wide and lies for a living. Under the marble floors and glass walls, it all smells like perfume, power and bad decisions. The game leans hard into that. Every session you run feels like foreplay and interrogation at the same time. You’re supposed to help them, of course, but the tools they give you, the tech, the hypnosis routines, the little “mental triggers” you slip into their thoughts, it all starts feeling less like therapy and more like slow, sweet corruption. You’re not just listening. You’re adjusting. Pushing. Groping minds before you even touch their skin.

What I liked is how the story keeps mixing that clinical talk with very physical, shameless scenes. One moment you talk with a high-ranking MILF executive about workplace stress while she crosses and uncrosses those ridiculous thick thighs, blouse two buttons too low, always “by accident”. Next scene, you’re in her penthouse, city lights behind her, and she’s asking you to “help her relax” while your hand is inside her blouse and she’s kneeling between your legs, lips shiny, voice all shaky from a suggestion you planted earlier. It is not subtle. It’s not even trying to be. It knows exactly what it is doing when it gives you dialogue options that look responsible, then clearly marks another one that will nudge her a bit deeper into dependence, into that warm, obedient haze. You tell yourself you’re testing the boundaries of the tech, that it’s for science, but then you’re making her slowly strip for you in her office, door half open, her tits bouncing in those little looped animated scenes that repeat just enough times you realize you’ve been staring too long. At some point there is a scene with a “family dinner” that pretends to be normal, like catching up after you’ve been away. It goes sideways fast if you choose the more daring lines. Old resentments on the table, wine flowing, and you quietly dropping cues, peeling away all the polite surface. Watching someone who should absolutely not be touching you like that run a hand along your thigh under the table while the others talk about business mergers feels filthy in a very particular, incest-tinted way the game clearly enjoys. It toys with romance too, like putting sugar on poison. There are moments where one woman’s shy smile, the way she leans on you on a balcony, actually feels tender, almost pure. Then you remember you installed a mental reinforcement earlier that makes her horny when she smells your cologne, and the next kiss is tongue, teeth, desperation, her grinding that big ass into your crotch while she whispers how safe she feels with you. I still hate the phone UI popups that slide in at the worst times and cover half the boob, by the way. Whoever designed that deserves a very stern handjob without lube. The branching is sneaky. You think you’re just picking filthy or filthier, but later the game tells you in its own way that you chose whether she becomes a loyal lover, a brainwashed toy, or something broken and dangerous. Multiple endings hide behind small choices in early scenes, like whether you give someone a comforting hug or you “accidentally” let your hand rest on her ass a bit too long. And somewhere between giving oral instructions during an actual blowjob scene, watching those smooth 3D bodies glisten, and deciding if you’ll let one of them keep a bit of free will, you realize you’re not playing the hero here at all, just enjoying every slow, dirty step.

When your father, John, unexpectedly passes away, you and your mother, Susan, are left to sort through his old belongings in the attic. You stumble upon a mysterious, ancient book. The moment your hands touch it, you both feel a surge of energy, something dark, seductive, and impossible to ignore. Later that night, after a few too many drinks with friends, you slip into a strange, vivid dream. In this strange realm, you meet Elaria, a woman who introduces herself as the Goddess of Temptation. She reveals the truth behind John’s secret: years ago, he made a pact with her, wealth, power, and pleasure beyond imagination, in exchange for loyalty.
But John broke their deal when he fell in love with Susan, sealing Elaria away in the very book you found. Now, you and Susan are chosen as Elaria’s next "partners", whether you want it or not. Her influence begins to seep into your daily lives, twisting innocent glances and casual touches into moments charged with forbidden desire. With each passing day, you and Susan feel yourselves being drawn together, fighting, or maybe craving, the temptation that grows between you. Elaria’s offer is simple: accept her gift and indulge in a life of luxury, pleasure, and wild abandon, with many new opportunities and women to chose… or resist her pull and stay true to your heart.

"The Witness’s Eye" is a slow-burn visual novel focused on a couple in their early fifties who have been married for barely a year. Behind the appearance of a stable relationship, the story explores a gradual, believable descent shaped by underlying tension, a chain of choices, and a couple dynamic that was already slightly unbalanced.

The game emphasizes psychology, ambiguous situations, and character evolution - where the point of no return isn’t a dramatic event, but an accumulation of seemingly minor decisions.​