A girl alone, a cafe closing shift that drags on, and the dread creeping up behind the counter.

The profile leans clearly low, but not everywhere. Desert island and rediscovery lag at the back, ahead of under 10% of games. Connection only slightly higher. Then a surprise, two small bumps: gameplay and art direction climb past a third of the field. Careful though, that rests on one or two votes per line, so treat it as tentative. Say the early returns sketch an experience that marks you through immediate tension more than any urge to return.

That fits a small Japanese horror game. Chilla's Art bets on the short scare, the atmosphere, the thrill of a single session. You don't grow attached to a jump scare, you don't dream of rediscovering it fresh. What these questions measure, built for lasting attachment, doesn't really catch what this game sets out to provoke.

So, who's it for? You, if you love raw indie horror, the hushed unease of a nighttime lockdown. Far less if you want a game that stays with you for the long haul.