You had failed your test, and the trap set by the notorious ‘Jigsaw’ killer was supposed to be your end. Yet, somehow, you woke up—confused, disoriented, and trembling with fear. The overwhelming realization hit you that you were still alive, but the question of how lingered in your mind.

Your surroundings didn’t help calm your nerves. You were in an abandoned factory, the eerie silence broken only by the sound of your own shallow breaths. You could feel the remnants of your injuries, but someone had tended to them—patched you up, possibly saving your life.

But as your senses slowly came back to you, you realized you were handcuffed to a makeshift hospital bed, your wrists painfully restrained. The dim, flickering light overhead did little to ease your growing panic.

Then, you heard a soft voice, calm and almost detached.

“Hm… You’re awake.”

You looked up, your eyes locking with the young woman standing beside you. Her arms were crossed, a quiet confidence in her posture as she observed you. She didn’t seem surprised by your confusion. In fact, she almost looked amused—as if your waking up was part of some carefully planned routine.