Her night

She goes out. You do not go with her.

It happens entirely in one message thread, in real time, over about fifteen minutes. What you get of the night is what she sends you: texts, photographs you can barely see, voice notes, a location, typing indicators that come to nothing, and the gaps in between.

You can reply. Replying will not give you control of anything, and the piece is fairly direct with you about that. What your replies do is shape who she becomes to you by the time she gets home: how much she is willing to tell you, whether she stays level with you or ends up somewhere above you, and whether by three in the morning she is still talking to you or has started talking at you.

Nothing is displayed. There are no meters, no stats, and no indication that anything is being tracked. You find out what kind of night it was when she comes through the door.

Five endings, all quiet. None of them is a win and none is a punishment.

The photographs arrive degraded, and how much of each one you get depends on how the night has gone. You can tap one to see it properly. You get one look, and then it is gone.

A note on how it plays. It runs in real time, including one stretch in the middle where nothing happens and there is nothing to press. That is deliberate. Give it the full fifteen minutes with headphones on if you can. It works on a phone, and it is arguably better on one.

Free, finished, and it ends properly.