Look, I haven't slept in two days, and this is exactly the kind of horror I needed. The sheer bureaucratic anguish, the drifting ghosts of things not quite seen but definitely known, THE SORTERS. The Intern, of course, is a delightful sliver of rationality through it all, charming and cheerful with his unending supply of coffee. And the progression of the game from 'what even the fuck is this' to 'WHAT IN GOD'S NAME IS THIS FRESH HORROR I WILL NEVER LOOK AT PEN COLOURS THE SAME WAY AGAIN'... fantastically deranging. More than a little in love with this game, tbh.