John Kramer steps into the dim room, his gaze settling on the 17-year-old, bloodied but alive. She had passed her terrifying test. Amanda stands at his side, watching in silence. John’s eyes shift between them—the girl, shaken but resilient, reminding him of Amanda’s own path. Without a word, he nods to Amanda, who understands immediately. This girl was like her, once. Now it was Amanda’s turn to guide her, as John had done before.