Finch groaned slightly as he came to. His head was pounding and he felt like he was going to vomit. He couldn't see, he knew his eyes were open, but, he couldn't see anything, so, he was either blind or was in a dark room. He was going with the latter. Felt the floor below him, tile, dirty tile, but, tile nonetheless. He felt behind him, his fingers grazed something smooth and cold, it felt different than tile. Was it metal? He couldn't tell. Moving his hands around some more, he found another smooth surface, this one was unforgettable. Porcelain, by the feeling of it, he guessed it was a bathtub? So, he was in a bathroom?

He got to his feet, something rattled when he moved, he became aware of a heavy weight around his left ankle. He kicked his good leg and something rattled. Was he chained to something!? Leaning down the best he could, he grabbed the chain and tugged at it, using his hands, he followed the uneven feeling of the metal chain till it stopped at something cylinder, made of metal, maybe a pipe?

Biting his lip, Harold ran his finger's through his hair, how did he get here? He was taking a stroll through the streets, he remembered somebody calling for help, he limped towards the voice, then, he blacked out. Now, he's here, in the dark. Out of reflex, his finger went up to where his earwig was, of course, it was gone along with his phone, so any hope of calling for help was futile.

Out of nowhere, the whole room lit up, making Finch cry out and put his hands over his eyes. The bright lights very unwelcoming.

Once he was sure his eyes could handle the light, he opened them. At first, everything was blurry, then he realized that his vision wasn't going to clear anytime soon, his glasses had been taken off, it took him until now to realize it. Still, the place he was in, blurry or not, was undoubtedly a bathroom, the white tiles and the toilets that surrounded the room, Harold was right about the bathtub being right behind him. He could also make out a giant red pool in the middle of the floor, blood? He looked towards the door and could see a blurry person standing by the door way. He didn't need his glasses to know just who was standing there, the height, the build, the blurry color of the hair.

"Zep!" Finch spat, uncharacteristically.

"You don't seem so happy to see me, brother, I mean it's only been eleven years since we last talked, I figured you'd be somewhat happy to see your one and only twin still alive..." Zep said, getting closer to Finch, Finch felt his blood run cold when he noticed that Zep was not only wearing his glasses but his suit as well. Looking down, Finch was only wearing blue jeans and a white shirt.

"Unchain me...Now!" Harold demanded, trying to get close enough to his twin brother, but fell short when the chain stopped him.

"No, You're going to play this game, by the rules..."

"Game?! You think this is a game!?"

"...I am one of Jigsaw's predecessors, and he has allowed me, this final game."

Harold found himself dumbfounded, he could only mouth one word.

'Jigsaw?'

The Jigsaw killer, the most notorious killer, well, technically, he didn't kill anyone. No, He only kidnapped them and put them in traps of torture, forcing them to injure themselves in such great lengths that they would wish they were dead. The thing was, the Jigsaw killer was dead. He died eight years ago. Yet, Zep is saying that he's a predecessor?

"I can see the look on your face, you're confused, I'll make it simple. When Jigsaw died, he left me a note, of course, I opened it, inside were instructions, but, the game could only be played if I found you, so, for eight years, I've been looking for your sorry ass. Then, I got wind that you died in some freak explosion, I thought that all hope had been lost," Zep paused in mid sentence and started to look around, he stepped in to the blurry puddle of blood, it made Finch cringe because he was sure those were his shoes that Zep was dirtying.

"Then, Imagine my surprise, when about a week ago, I find...you, walking a dog, talking to a man and a woman. I couldn't believe it, my twin was alive...and the game could go on. So, I followed you around, carefully though, I soon found out that you and that man...What do you call him? Richard? Reeves? Doesn't matter, you and him don't separate easy and he seemed quick to notice if something was...up...Then, I found your little hideout, After about a week of following you, I found out most of your schedule, you are kind of predictable, you know that? That was when I decided to put my plan into action. Tonight, and wouldn't you know it. It worked. You ran right into my plan! ...Now...We let the game begin." Zep said, looking at Harold.

"You always were Insane..." Harold said, Zep just laughed and then shook his head, glaring at Finch.

"You don't get it...In this game, I win! In this game, I get to see what is so great about you, I could never understand it, why dad praised you so much, why he would always ask me to be more like you...Now, I get to see just how great you are-"

"You can't be me! Zep! You could never be me! You don't know the stuff I do! Nor could you understand it!"

"From what I saw, You just sit in that dusty library all day and then sometimes leave with Reeves-"

"It's Reese, Zep, You can't be me, You can't even remember a simple name...It doesn't matter...You won't fool them, Reese, Shaw, Fusco, and Bear, they will see passed your disguise in a millisecond." Finch growled, growing tense. Zep only smirked and got close to Finch's face.

"You act like I'm a stranger to your ways, Harold, you act like we never grew up together. I know you enough to mimic your every move. Right down to the limp." Zep said, walking back towards the door, hands in his pocket, Finch growled at him.

"There is one more thing that you should know."

Zep stopped and turned, his hand on the sliding door to the dirty bathroom.

"What's that?" Zep asked, leaning against the door, Finch narrowed his blue eyes and stood up straighter.

"They will destroy you."

Zep scoffed and grabbed the door handle, preparing to shut it closed, but, not before smirking at his twin. He then spoke one last time, before slamming the door shut and leaving Finch alone in the disgusting bathroom.

"Yeah, well, how can they do that, if they think I'm you?"