The first thing that hits you is the music. Not in a good way. It's this droning, low-fi synth loop that sounds like a broken air conditioner trying to remember a Vangelis track. It burrows into your skull and just stays there, which I guess is the point for a cyberpunk setting. Thorne, or Solver, whatever, she's got this apartment that's all flickering neon outside the window and a bed that's seen better decades. The whole thing feels grimy in a way that's almost impressive for something so deliberately unpolished.

The latex tag isn't kidding around. It's the main fashion choice in this post-apocalyptic hellscape, apparently. Shiny black suits that catch the light wrong. There's a scene early on where you're just clicking through dialogue with some fixer, and the way the material stretches is... a choice. A very specific choice. The hentai influences pop up in weird places, like the anatomy doesn't quite follow human rules but it's not trying to. It's like someone described a body to an alien and the alien went "yeah, got it" and then drew this. The quest structure is barebones, you click, you read, you get a nudity scene. I kept waiting for some big branching path but it's more of a straight line with pit stops for sex. The dark future stuff is all in the text, people talking about imprisonment and death while looking like they're going to a fetish club. I forgot to mention the cyberpunk angle, which is mostly just the color palette and the fact that everyone has a terminal. The scifi elements are window dressing for the lesson of passion, which is apparently that loneliness makes you horny. The whole thing has the energy of a flash game from 2006 that you'd find on Newgrounds at 2 AM, complete with a save system that I'm pretty sure just forgot my progress once. The writing tries for noir but lands somewhere between a fortune cookie and a text adventure written by someone who just discovered the word "solver."