Jogo de Terror: Preso a um Sistema de Conquista Amorosa desde o Início

Waking up in a twisted corridor reeking of rot and roses, I'm thrown into a horror game with a 99% death rate — and forced to romance non-human beings: a weeping stitched monster, a time-controlling puppeteer, an abyss lord feeding on fear. While others scramble to survive by cracking death rules, I'm reciting love poems to vengeful spirits and waltzing with skeletons. Fail to seduce? Instant death. Succeed? Survival skills. When romance meets horror — which path do I choose?