I wouldn't choose to die here, next to a dirty toilet in Resident Evil Requiem, but I'm comforted by the fact that there are worse fates. Or, actually, no – there aren't really. So I decide I want better for protagonist Grace Ashcroft, and I make her stumble out of the bathroom before the maid with blood on her lips realizes my neck smells incredible.
My bandaged flesh must give off the juicy scent of chicken, or sticky honey ham, based on how often these infected freaks decide to descend on my Grace and chomp on her limbs. I'm nauseated by the lengthy death animations that show me Grace crying blood from the force of an enemy's banshee shriek, getting chunks of fat torn out of her arm; at some point while I play this three-hour demo of Resident Evil Requiem, I jot down the note, "everyone is eating me in all kinds of ways."
