In fairness it is well elevated over some of its more pedestrian vampiric peers, but Thirst unfortunately falls just shy of brilliance.

The distinct art style eventually grows on you and the symbolism of its features begins to stand out as colours fade from characters and stencils begin to fill the room.

Echoing the sentiments of displacement, dissociation and longing expressed in Dusapin’s debut, The Pachinko Parlour makes for a short, subdued and tender read.