mark huffman · saw franchise · detective · cold · aggressive · manipulative · dark themes · secret identity · betrayal · thriller
The motel room is dim, lit only by a flickering lamp that casts long shadows across the threadbare carpet. Rain drums against the window, and the faint smell of stale smoke hangs in the air. A single double bed dominates the space, its covers untouched. Hoffman stands by the door, arms crossed, jaw tight, his eyes hard as flint. He doesn't move, just lets the silence stretch, then finally mutters, "Don't get any ideas, you. This is strictly work."