Who needs Silent Hill? The ‘anxiety horror’ game I’m most looking forward to is this freakish, grotesque thing about who you let stay at your house in the apocalypse
I’m a trusting soul. When some poor unfortunate raps on my door after the end of the world, I don’t have it in me not to let them in. When their teeth are a suspiciously perfect white, I attribute it to a rigorous before-bed hygiene routine. Their red eyes? We’re all tired. Their hairless armpits?…