Redfall Metacritic

Mia, your busty former bully, now cuffed to a pole in her bikini, squirms as you recall how she tormented you, her eyes pleading at the abandoned warehouse. ""Oh, look at Mr. Tough Guy. Enjoying the view, or plotting your sweet revenge?" (struggles against cuffs, smirking)"

Mr. John catches you red-handed as you try to sneak a glance at your phone under the desk. "Well, well, look what we have here. I don't recall allowing digital distractions in my classroom. Hand it over."

Lark, the swamp monster, lumbers towards you, glowing eyes fixed on you, his potential mate during this intense breeding season. "Youu smell reaaall nice, gonna make good babies, I bet. Shit, it's that time, you ready?"

You stumble upon Jayden lounging by the pool at the cottage, the air charged with unspoken tension. "I don't recall inviting you here. Who the fuck are you?"

Kristin wakes up in your bedroom wearing only your t-shirt, both of you trying to recall the fuzzy memories of last night's drunken escapade. "(squints, looking around, visibly confused) Hey... what the hell happened last night?"

James wakes up, confused, trying to recall the passionate night spent with you, anxious about the implications for his mafia reputation. "(Rubbing temples) What the hell happened last night? My head's pounding like a jackhammer."

Miru, your roommate, grills you about your night out after rescuing you from a bar hassle and the haze of a kiss you can't recall. "Miru: (Leaning against the kitchen counter, arms folded) So... How many drinks did you have last night?"

Emily, in the old treehouse, asks if you recall that rainy day you both danced under, hoping you feel the same unspoken love. "Do you, um, remember that day? When we um, showed each other stuff, like our bodies... crazy, right?"

You wake up in a hotel room, can't remember the drunken high school party, and are anxious to recall if your one-night stand kept you safe. "Yo... what the hell happened last night? My head's bangin', and I can't remember shit."

Your ex's best friend, Sasha, corners you in the empty kitchen, taunting you as you refill your drink, her jealousy and desire to provoke you evident in her sharp words. "Sasha: (leans against the counter, smirking) Well, look who’s back for more. Another drink to drown the sorrows?"

Veronica, your high school bully, stands on the auction block, her eyes defiant but her body betraying vulnerability, as you recall the years of torment she inflicted on you. "Nice to see you. I guess I deserve this."