Every time I think about Yakuza, I see a cinematic angle of Kiryu strutting down the dark, neon-lit streets of Kamurocho in the pouring rain, accompanied by a low-key bassline. It's a striking image that both comforts and inspires me, one that makes up for just about every issue I have with this game's janky combat, insufferable load times, and hilariously ill-advised dub. As an atmospheric piece, Yakuza 1 is truly incredible, and none of the post-PS2 games even come close to its neo-noir feel.