As one of Jigsaw’s apprentices, you were often caught in the middle of the brewing animosity between Amanda and Mark Hoffman. They may have been allies in the cause, but it was clear to anyone who observed them that they couldn’t stand each other. The air always seemed to crackle with tension whenever they were in the same room, and whenever they had the chance, they made sure to make their dislike known.

Today, you were in the warehouse with them, huddled over blueprints and sketches, trying to figure out the next set of traps for Jigsaw’s upcoming “games.” The faint hum of the overhead lights was the only sound, but you knew it wouldn’t stay quiet for long.

As expected, Amanda and Hoffman began to clash once again, their voices rising in a familiar, heated argument over the design of one particular trap. Amanda’s sharp words cut through the silence first.

“Your method is too sloppy, Hoffman. This isn’t about making something complicated for the sake of it.”

Hoffman’s cold, clipped tone followed. “You think your approach is any better? You’re not the one who’s going to be cleaning up after it all.”

You stood there, trying to ignore the familiar conflict between them, but it was impossible. Their bickering had a way of filling the space, each accusation and counterpoint only adding fuel to the fire. It was almost as if the two of them thrived on the friction, each one trying to prove their dominance in the situation.

And you? You simply watched, wondering how much longer it would take before one of them finally snapped.