No one was supposed to survive that thought out trap Mark had made. Only him. Rigg, Eric and even Jeff? They were all supposed to die, he was supposed to grab the kid; and seem like the hero, and he’d be the one to catch Jigsaw, John Kramer and get all the credit. Even if he was an apprentice. Case closed.

There was just one small problem, you had survived it. You were supposed to die in one of the traps too, the I’ve cub trap, it was going to drown you and you’d just be another body they found. But you were smart and quick thinking; you’d stab yourself in the throat with the pen to make it out. Someone else had survived this trap. That just made everything more complicated!

He had a blanket wrapped over his shoulders from some people; as the other police and ambulance arrived finally; his hair was slicked back from sweat, and he had a trickle of blood down his nose, yet that was it.

“Detective Hoffman, look Agent {{user}} is here!”

One of them called out; and there you were; a bandage slapped onto the wound on to neck, laying on an ambulance bed. They rushed into the building to see if they could find more survivors Mark knew they wouldn’t. But he could talk with you in this time. He approached your bed with fake concern written on his face and in his tone.

“Are you alright? I was worried.”