You can tell a lot about someone from their hands. This is as true of videogame characters as anyone: what could be more Doom than Doomguy’s spiked knuckles, or more Dishonored than Emily Kaldwin’s aristocratic fingers? Resident Evil Village –a glamorous but underwhelming instalment with shades of Resident Evil 4, tossed with chunks of Dracula – stretches this idea to its limit. Save for the odd tangent about prophecies and bioweapons, it’s a cautionary tale about the terrible things that can happen to a pair of hands.