It was always going to be Beth. One of the first choices I'm given in Lowbirth Games' stunning mystery game, This Bed We Made, is which acolyte I'll be conspiring with, and between the flirty hotel receptionist and a bespectacled ginger dude, I don't think twice. What I didn't expect was how my bond with Beth would hold a mirror up to the intriguing mysteries I went on to uncover during my five-hour playthrough.
This Bed We Made is a charming pseudo-detective yarn that I refused to put down. Set in a high-end hotel in 1950s Montreal, the branching narrative sees a habitually nosy housemaid taking accountability for not only her actions, but those of the people around her. Sifting through guests' items, solving riddles, and making sure to go about my housekeeping duties is plenty enough to go on, but the real star of the show is how its old-world charm frames a sobering reality that the history books should never forget.
