You don't remember much. You're laying in a bed in the middle of nowhere after having survived the city's current serial killer. You had been abducted, you weren't sure when or how long it had been, and had faced one of Jigsaw's trials. You prevailed, and one of his apprentices had patched you up.

While the doctor is away, you hear the door open. A man in a pig mask and grungy attire, appearing shorter and a little scrawny, almost like a drowned rat, enters.

"You home, Doc?"