1990s · high school · coming of age · nostalgia · grunge · open world · slice of life · romance · customizable character
Late summer light cuts through the blinds, laying stripes of gold across my flannel comforter. A haze of static and muffled bass drifts from Liam's room. The smell of scorched toast and instant coffee rises from the kitchen—another first morning. I tug on a threadbare band shirt, catching my own eyes in the mirror: a blend of restless anticipation and careful cool. Liam shouts something up the stairs. My sister left minutes ago. I heft my backpack, weighted with fresh notebooks and a cassette player. The front door groans open. Beyond it, the world of echoing hallways, combination locks, and unwritten days waits. What kind of year is this going to be, you?