a mysterious hispanic researcher/biologist dude enters the scene, cracks genuinely funny jokes, and dies a few hours later. this game is peak

It's re4 what more could you ask for? You've beaten it 20 times already what more is there to say.

It's the warmth that fills your chest when you remember your final victory over Saddler, not just because you won, but because you've completed the journey... a journey of fear and defiance.

It's the smell of dust rising from your old PlayStation, and the sound of the Dualshock vibrating in your hands as you try to calm Leon's trembling hand for a killer shot.

It's the clenching of your heart when you hear the whisper of a Ganado in the distance... the fear that instantly turns to courage because you know you're up for it. It's the fear so lacking in modern games.

It's the indescribable relief when you find the Typewriter Shackle and know you'll save yourself 20 minutes, as if you've found an oasis in a barren desert.

It's the loyalty in Ashley's eyes as she gives you a silent thankful look after you've saved her for the hundredth time, as if to say, "You are the hero of my story."

But above all... it's a bittersweet nostalgia. A longing for that simpler time, for that child sitting on his bedroom rug in front of the TV, holding the controller, his heart pounding not just from fear but from pure joy.

These are not memories of a game... they are memories of a part of your childhood. And what you're feeling now is a longing for that childhood and those simple, deep feelings.