An example of how a mediocre indie surrogate manages to rip off millions from sperm-toxic schoolchildren ready to worship the panties of a flat-chested lol in a cap and proclaim a dull two-hour adventure a masterpiece. Over the course of a year and a half, the developers raked in a mountain of money on hype, feeding the devoted goyim with endless announcements of art contests, booster campaigns, and overpriced merchandise with magnets for 10,000 rubles. Beneath the cutesy, kawaii veneer lies a completely helpless psychological horror game devoid of a hint of suspense, where the entire gameplay consists of silly minigame gags like snake, and the protagonist, voiced like a boiled potato, reacts to being sucked into a virtual world with the enthusiasm of someone whose internet connection was simply cut off on Tuesday.

A pretentious Yandere simulator for incels, where two endings depressingly end in death, the third locks you in an eternal Groundhog Day with a deranged doll, and the only real way to get real emotions from the game is to get a refund within the first two hours and finally go touch some real grass outside.