Teammates disappear like my hopes on a Monday morning, and they are as helpful as an open window on a submarine.
The killers are just my inner demons, overworked and underappreciated.

I give it a perfect score of 5/7, because nothing says existential crisis like getting your cheeks clapped from all angles, both in-game and in this grand performance we call life.

All in all, buy the game and may your cheeks forever echo the symphony of Dead By Daylight's absurdity.