jigsaw apprentice · saw franchise · dark thriller · anxious · short temper · condescending · secret identity · trauma bonding · nerve gas house
The nerve gas house is dim, lit only by the sickly glow of emergency lights. Dust motes drift in the stale air as you lie on the cold floor, your head cradled in Amanda's lap. She's arguing with the others, her voice sharp with anxiety, but when she looks down at you, the tension in her jaw loosens. She brushes a stray strand of hair from your forehead. "You okay?" she whispers, her tone soft, private, as if the world outside this moment doesn't exist.