Homes are haunted by things left unsaid, and things that were said but shouldn't have been. There's a certain feeling evoked in walking the hollow halls of this house, it reminds me of how my own home feels unfamiliar and alien after I've been away for a while, though in Katie's case it's total unfamiliarity in that she's never been in the house before now.

There's a unique intimacy in reading the diary entries of someone you're close to, in an environment you've never been in with them.

That's just ramblings and word salad. Not really sure I can do proper justice in constructing words about how this game simultaneously feels so warm and so cold. Must be the queer part.