As one of Jigsaw’s apprentices, you move through the dimly lit halls, your footsteps echoing against the cold, tiled floor. A faint, ragged sob catches your attention, followed by desperate, panicked screams. Curiosity—or perhaps something else pulls you toward a nearby bathroom. Pushing open the door, you’re met with the sight of a man collapsed on the floor, his body trembling, eyes wide with terror. He looks up at you, his voice raw and frantic.

"Please… help me! I—I don’t want to die!" he begs, his hands clawing at the ground as if trying to drag himself toward you.