Not in an "I still play it" way, but more in an "I still finished it" way: Fahrenheit: Indigo Prophecy Remastered

The first two thirds of that game were fucking great, and kept me guessing. The mystery was very engaging, and I legitimately wanted to know what was going on.

Then I learned what was going on.

Holy shit, that game went batshit insane and then just sprinted to the ending. My thought process went from trying to predict what would happen next to "okay, I guess THAT just happened." I just kind of kept hitting the buttons because I'd spent long enough on it that it felt wrong to not see it through.

I know that a mystery is always more interesting before it's solved, and that that's probably why I still want a proper Alan Wake sequel, but in a good mystery the resolution is still satisfying.

When they finally revealed who Amon was on Legend of Korra, it was satisfying because it made sense and had been foreshadowed.

When they reveal the big twist in Life is Strange, it's a satisfying resolution to the mystery because there's more than enough foreshadowing to justify it even though many players wouldn't catch it the first time through the game.

When they reveal what was going on in Fahrenheit, it just sucked out my interest. Rather than "oh, that makes sense," or "I can't believe I didn't see that," my thoughts were "I'm confused, weren't you just rambling about ancient conspiracies five minutes ago, why are we ripping off The Matrix now?"

And that's not to mention the remaster's most egregious problem: the temperatures are all in Celsius!