Resident Evil 4 is the kind of game that does not need much time to remind me why it became such a landmark. The opening stretch alone does more than many full games manage. I arrive in a remote village, the air feels wrong, the locals do not behave like ordinary people, and every narrow path seems to lead toward something worse. The game understands pressure. It lets me breathe just long enough to become careless, then tightens the space around me with enemies, noise, limited ammunition, and the constant feeling that I should have prepared better.