remember every encounter I had with ’s antagonist, an ape-like thing that lives in the walls of the World War I hellhole protagonist Henri Clément finds himself trapped in. Whether I was peeking out at it through the slats of a confessional in the company of a mutilated chaplain or using the last of my precious bullets to drive it back into the walls knowing it’ll just come back angrier, every escape from it felt harrowing and
