Every step forward feels heavier than the last. In Part 3 of my Silent Hill 2 Remake playthrough, the tension keeps rising, the atmosphere gets more suffocating, and this place continues to mess with my head. The deeper I go, the more it feels like Silent Hill knows something I don’t. This isn’t just about surviving it’s about enduring. This is BeyondTheBacklog, where I finally play the games I missed, experience their stories for the first time, and decide which ones truly deserve to be remembered. If you love psychological horror, slow-burn tension, and real reactions, welcome.