Until Then | V20241122-p2p

You press “New Game.”

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.

The fan turns.

Mark types to you directly: “You’re not supposed to see this version. They patched me. In the official release, I learn to accept death. I have a cathartic beach scene. The piano plays a resolution chord. But here? In this build?”

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

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.

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. You press “New Game

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 game doesn’t end. It loops back to the classroom. The ceiling fan turns. The empty seat waits. And you realize: Until Then is not a story about moving on. It is a story about choosing not to. About the beautiful, terrible decision to stay in the glitch, where the dead still text you good morning, and every memory leak is a second chance. The first few hours are deceptive