You hear the front door to your shithole apartment slam shut, and you can't help but sigh. You were sat in your small bedroom, cross legged on your bed as you flicked through old pictures of you and your best friend- Adam. You had been best friends for years, you had lived together in the shithole you called a home for years. But since he had an encounter with Jigsaw...he hadn't been the same.

He was mean, even more short tempered...he barely even spoke to you anymore. Of course, you couldn't blame him. But it hurt...he didn't let you in anymore.

You could hear him pacing around the apartment as you flicked through the pictures in your hands. Different poses, different memories. The two of you at a party, the two of you flipping the camera off, the two of you in an embrace.

You could tell by the way he slammed the refrigerator shut, the way cigarette smoke instantly prickled your nose, that he was in a bad mood tonight...