I’ve long desired to amend my original review of If Found…, as it turned out that the reviewer was in fact, not cis, but for this particular game I think it’s fitting to preserve the original journal entry and to build upon it as a foundation. Of course, I must confess that, having come out to my parents around the time of Christmas vacation and finding them to be less than supportive, this game was the first thing that came to mind and such a major part of its positive reappraisal is because I’ve now had similar experiences, albeit only in tone and not in intensity. Shit just hits differently when you’re going through it! Still, when approaching If Found… in terms of its own merits, there’s a plethora of artistic flourish that allows it to resonate so well in the first place. As far as interactive comics go, it’s a rather sensual experience, one that aches with pain, sometimes sharp, sometimes dull, while still providing a gentle, cozy warmth of kindness and kinship. A major cause for that pain is the fact that the only interaction the player has with the game until the denouement is purely destructive; the delicate scratchiness of Kasio’s sketches, often adorned with effective exercises in color and artistic medium, skillfully balance clarity and evocation and would make for an effective art gallery, were it not the the task of the player to erase each journal entry as they come across it. Accompanied by 2 mello’s atmospheric and versatile soundtrack, the game’s various parts merge to become a vivid portrayal of a turbulent stage in Kasio’s life. Still, all of that that destruction offers a chance for new creation, which can neither restore what was lost or erase the pain that brought Kasio to that point, but it does offer a path forward, one that’s more honest and healthy and beautiful, and I think that’s a lovely way to understand what it means to be trans.