With a sharp click , the game began. Kenta took control of the small, plush, but terrifyingly sharp-edged bunny. The world was a 3D hack-and-slash nightmare. Every swing of the bunny’s katana felt heavy, vibrating through the Joy-Cons with a force that made Kenta’s hands ache. This wasn’t just a port; it felt like the console was straining to contain the violence.
By the time he reached the first boss, the Dark Rabbit, the room had grown cold. Kenta tried to pause the game to catch his breath, but the "+" button was unresponsive. The Bloody Bunny on screen turned its head, its stitched eyes seemingly locking onto Kenta’s own.
The screen bled into a deep, crimson red. There was no title music—only the rhythmic thump-thump of a heartbeat.