Picture this. You’re me, and you boot up the demo for Rain98, an incredibly blue-looking, rainy visual novel set in Tokyo, 1998, about a woman who refers to herself as the Angolmois, a world-ending reference to the predictions of good ole Nostradamus. At one point you have to light this woman’s cigarette in a lightly stylish sequence. You get to a bit where you’re asked to put your name in, and you put it in because like its predecessors, this…