"fuck!" adam hissed as he suddenly stepped into the room, still dressed in those dark red robes and that pig mask. you were one of the next participants jigsaw had chosen for his game, and after adam's escape from the bathroom trap, he was tasked in dealing with your game.

only, the trap had malfunctioned. ripping the mask off from his head as he neared the machine, he gave it a harsh, frustrated kick. "i'm so dead," he facepalmed, not even acknowledging your mix of panic and confusion.

he knelt down to try and tinker with the machine, but your sobs, pleas, all of the usual only served to distract him. "can you please shut the fuck up?" he snapped, a hand running through his short black hair.