The screen floods with white noise. Then a single, perfect image: Cathy, alive, waving from a jeepney window. The date stamp on the photo is tomorrow.
And for a moment—just a flicker—you see her shadow. In v20241122-P2P, there is no ending. Only until. And then. And then again. Until Then v20241122-P2P
You press start. The pixel-art classroom flickers. A ceiling fan turns lazily. Mark, your protagonist, stares at an empty seat. “Cathy hasn’t come to school again.” The dialogue box pauses, waiting. But beneath the cozy, hand-drawn Filipino indie aesthetic, something is already broken. The screen floods with white noise
This build—this specific cracked mirror of a game—understands something that later patches might try to “fix.” That grief is not a linear process. It is a memory leak. A corrupted save file you keep reloading, hoping for a different outcome. The first few hours are deceptive. You walk Mark through the motions: jeepney rides, instant noodles, awkward group projects. The glitches start small. A character’s sprite freezes for a frame too long. A piano note repeats three times. The screen ripples like heat haze over asphalt. You ignore it. “Probably just the P2P release,” you think. And for a moment—just a flicker—you see her shadow
The fan turns.
You press “New Game.”
Until Then is not a love story. It is a ghost story where you are the ghost, and you don’t know it yet. Unlike other narrative games, this version’s “memory” mechanic isn’t just a gimmick. Each time Mark pieces together a past event, the game doesn’t just recall—it overwrites . You’ll find a photo of a birthday party. Suddenly, everyone’s dialogue changes. A friend who died last week is now alive, asking about homework. A mother’s face becomes a blur.