TVGB: "I'm in a crumbling 18th Century townhouse. It's dark in here, almost pitch black. The walls echo with the sparse chimes of some twisted nursery rhyme. Shadowy figures pace around menacingly in the murk. From the corner of my eye I catch the image of a young girl - motionless, expressionless, legs splattered in blood, face masked by sheets of dark black hair. It's Alma, her psychic rage capable of liquefying skin and leveling cities. She's right here next to me. No, I'm not playing the game, this is actually happening. Never say videogame journalists have it easy."