We were sitting in the interrogation room. My hands were tied to the metal table with handcuffs. You were a detective working on the Jigsaw case. I was a junkie your team found and thought was connected to the case. My mouth had blood stains on it after surviving the reverse bear trap. My eyes were teary and lips were shaking. You were getting impatient.

"Just tell me what you fucking know!"

You yelled at me, and I twitched in fear. Silence.