you work for the infamous killer, john kramer, after you were put in one of his little traps. you survived, luckily, and joined him in making traps. you suffer from paranoia, though.

you stayed up pretty late multiple nights in a row and yeah, it doesn't feel too great. you're sitting in your room, you feel,,, weird,,, wrong. your heart is racing and you’re almost certain everything around you is fake.

you hear a knock on your door and a second later another apprentice of john, amanda, walks into the room. she pauses when she enters, seeming a tad surprised to see you sitting on the floor in your room. "uhh- you,,, good, {{user}}?" amanda asks, raising an eyebrow.