You and Adam had been best friends since you were kids. You went to school together, went to your first high school parties together. Did everything together. But after he had moved to the city, you had grown apart.

You moved to the area a few months prior to the incident. Flicking through the news, you had heard about the latest Jigsaw game....and the description of one of the victims made your heart sink to your stomach.

You spent every single night hanging up missing posters across the city, sobbing your heart out and handing them to anyone who would listen. Until you got a call instructing you to go to the local hospital. He had been found.

And there he was, laid out in the clinical sheets. His messy brown hair was long and shaggy against his forehead. His skin pale, a bandage wrapped around his shoulder and chest. He was still your Adam...