I just finished another chapter of Hanachirasu. I will avoid spoilers, except the ones you can deduce from my mood. I can't say whether you should, or shouldn't read this topic to making deductions and effectively spoiling yourself. I'd rather tell you, if you're worried of such things, just go play this game right now.
Context:
Hanachirasu was a random buy for me. I wanted a game that wouldn't be so full of sex as my other collection, so I could play it openly on my laptop while people are around. I also wanted to provide some coverage on my blog for a new JAST USA release. This game was within my acceptable price range, so I picked it up in a bundle.
Analysis:
The ride so far has been... awesome, but also the definition of depressing. I don't mean that the story is always grimdark, offering no glimmers of hope, but because the characters, despite being strongly modeled caricatures, are so very human. It creates this horrible contrast to learn to like someone, then watch their fate unfold. What I think makes these plot turns particularly emotionally grueling is that these fates are personal. You see this character, their little traits and hangups, and what happens to them is like a continuation of who they are. Of course, this is basically just classic drama, and even the ancient Athenian playwrights wrote theater like this.
About violence:
Violence is an odd trope. Depending on the type of plate you serve it, you can either be entertained, or harrowed by it. The old Tom and Jerry cartoons had funny violence. Jackie Chan movies are happily violent - I mean, comedic. And then there's Quentin Tarantino with his Hostel, Reservoir Dogs, Kill Bill, etc. I've always avoided harrowing violence. I have a particular problem with fiction depicting torture, as due to my perhaps higher-than-average capacity for empathy, I'm actually capable of imagining people's pain... in detail. When I watch a character in their dying straits, I literally feel what they feel, ie. my breathing grows faint, I start thinking of my loved ones, reflect on my life, etc.
The way this story is headed, I can see myself crying my eyes out by the end of it. I hope I will cry. The feelings I have bottled up now, due to the brutal reality of this fictional Tokyo, are already messing up my sleep. I hope there's catharsis at the end, a release from pity and anxiety, like in all the best Athenian plays.