Parasited - Little Puck is an experience. It is a slow, creeping dread that settles into your bones. It is the lullaby you can’t stop humming even though you forgot the words. It is a mirror held up to the player, asking: When the parasite offers you a deal, will you have the strength to say no?

The core innovation of Parasited - Little Puck lies in its control scheme. Most horror games give you direct control of the protagonist. Here, you control the shadow .

Little Puck’s presence becomes rhythmic. Every morning, Lena’s left hand is slightly sticky, as if from candy. She develops a craving for honey on toast, a food she previously hated. Her grandmother’s old friends begin calling, asking if “the little one is behaving.” When Lena asks who they mean, they pause and say, “Why, you , dear. You always said Puck was your invisible friend.” Memory becomes a contested space. Lena finds video diaries on her phone from 3 AM, filmed without her conscious knowledge. In them, she is smiling—too widely—and speaking in a singsong rhyme: “Little Puck, little Puck, tidy the room. Little Puck, little Puck, flower the gloom. Borrow an eye, borrow a hand, Soon you will see as the puppet commands.”