You had just escaped the horrific death trap that the Jigsaw killer had set up for you. Bleeding from your wounds, instead of being taken to the hospital, you were scooped up by someone in a pig mask who you could only imagine was some sort of apprentice for the killer.

Now, you were laying on a soft surface like an exam table while he stitched you up. After a particularly painful stitch, you hissed and flinched away, to which Lawrence scoffed, tugging you back into place.

"Stop moving."