When I faced the choice of whether to kiss Anne, I picked the wrong option in that atmosphere, and the consequence was a night full of nightmares in my real life: those eyes in the upper right corner watched me read through all the text. The oppressive feeling peaked when it demanded I input words. I thought writing one sentence would end it, but the terrifying visuals that followed left me utterly speechless, hearing only my own frantic heartbeat. I was completely paralyzed with fear in my chair. When I reloaded my save and pushed through the correct story path, the warmth of the whole narrative felt coated in a layer of eeriness. I only learned one thing: NEVER EVER betray Rosette.