I still remember the first time I played the original Resident Evil 4. It was 2005, I was in my late twenties, and I’d called in “sick” to work to pick it up on release day. My boss definitely knew—I’d been talking about the game non-stop for weeks—but mercifully pretended to believe my unconvincing cough over the phone. By that evening, I was standing in a fog-shrouded European village, surrounded by pitchfork-wielding villagers, with a…