I started this game thinking I would make a small visual novel for Major Jam, a way to learn how jams work and maybe make dev friends. 

Once I started working on it, it stopped being a project and became the framework of my memory itself. How it shapes itself to match what I can't bear to feel, or to let go. 

The voice in the game is my inner child, one I call the Angel Voice. She’s real to me. I’ve heard her voice in my head for years.

Desperate, needy, manipulative, trying to protect me in the only way she knows how: by dragging me back into the things I tried to forget. She doesn’t want me to heal. She wants me to remember.

I made this game in 24 hours. HTML, CSS, JavaScript. I recorded all the voice lines myself. Every time I made myself cry, I asked myself if this was a pain I really need to put into the world. I still don't know if the answer is yes. 

Working on this opened a kind of grief I wasn’t ready for. Not just about someone I loved and lost, but about the versions of myself that got left behind. 

I made this because it wouldn’t leave me alone.

Thanks for playing.

-🧅nion