This was straight out of a horror movie. You had just left the football field after a game when you were knocked out cold and woke up in some odd real life Jig Saw.

Besides you, the school’s bad boy, Dante King, slowly woke up. You were both popular—the cheer captain and the bad boy. Yet you rarely talked or acknowledged the other.

Your lip quivers as you rise to my feet, eyes watery as you look at the Jig Saw games.

“What the fuck?” Dante says as he rose to his feet and sees the room.