The door in front of us swings open, disrupting my thoughts. None of us move, unsure of what lies beyond it. Another trap? More puzzles and games? More of our friends? The possibilities seem endless as we stare into that dark void ahead.

"Hohohohohoehehehehehe!"

We jump backwards in fear. Billy the puppet comes rolling in on his bright red tricycle, his red eyes standing out along with the red spirals on his cheeks, his tuxedo looking dashing even in the carnage. His cackle bounces off the solitary walls of our confinement, ringing through our ears with flashes of horror.

Luckily it stops after a few runs. It takes about three seconds for us to relax.

"Okay, let's admit it: this mofo is better than the actual Jigsaw," Dina says aloud, running her fingers through her hair in relief.

"Agreed," I say. Still I'd prefer not running into either of them, but if I had to choose one I'd rather take Billy than Jigsaw."

Without any warning whatsoever Jacks lunges forward and kicks the tricycle. Billy falls off after a few hits. Jacks picks up the tricycle and throws it back into the room where it came from; he then turns his attention to Billy.

"Jacks, what the hell are you doing?!" I cry aloud.

"Getting rid of this dumbass effigy!" Jacks replies.

Jenny rushes forward to try to pull Billy from his grasp, but he shoves her to the floor and starts whacking the puppet on the walls, the floor, the tables - whatever's in reach (which includes us). He goes further with his destruction, tearing at Billy's suit, his hair, his eyes, ripping off his limbs and bashing the puppet with them, wrenching the jaw clean off and smashing the head against the wall, yanking out the eye sockets and the hair. The shock is ended when he finally rips Billy's head off and throws it back into the room.

"That's exactly what you deserve, you scum!" he cries triumphantly. "Your toys are nothing to us, Jigsaw! You hear me?! Nothing!"

For a moment we're just standing there in shock. Jenny's managed to make her way back over to me, whimpering pitifully with fright. Dina and I are frozen in our tracks. Jacks stands there panting like a mad bull, his rage satisfied. The silence is overwhelming. Then -

"Hohohohohoehehehehehe!"

Billy's laugh abruptly echoes through the area. Our eyes widen in fear and Jacks whirls around to stare at the doorway.

"Hohohohohoehehehehehe! Hohohohohoehehehehehe!"

Silence again.

"THE F%#K?!" Jacks screams. "There's no way that thing's still working! I destroyed it!"

Dina rushes to comfort him. "You did, Jacks, you did. That creep's playing mind games with us again," she reassures, patting his arms and back gently. "Come on. There's gotta be a way out here." She pulls Jacks through the door.

I don't move at first. I'm reading the articles on the walls, trying to find answers. When Jenny tugs on my arm and starts pulling me towards the door, I reluctantly follow - but not before tearing off one at random. I stuff the article in my pocket, planning to read it later.

The second we walk through the door it slams shut behind us and locks. At this point it's pretty common to expect that. What's not common to expect is the lights snapping on... and revealing another trap before us.

In this trap is one of those Iron Maidens from old times, but I notice immediately it's got a few modifications. Instead of spikes on the walls, there's a vent with a grill and nozzles underneath. There's also a person shackled inside, a woman with dark blonde hair.

"Oh my god - Flo!" Dina rushes forward and starts struggling to unlock the clamps. "Jacks, help me!"

There's also a lot of buckets around the room, and from looking in one, I can see that it's filled with a huge load of needles. My eyes widen and I slowly step away. This is not good. This is definitely another one of his traps.

At this point our friend Flo's woken up, and while she's relieved to see us here, she's practically begging us to let her down.

"I can't get these restraints loose!" Jacks cries, angrily wrenching away. "They won't go! Damn you, Jigsaw!"

He and Dina back up. Then all three of us see the same thing that Jenny had noticed earlier but didn't speak of: there is one big glass box on the far side of the room, and she's in there watching. This game is meant for one.

I'm not playing this one! I think to myself, and I break into a run for the box.

Jacks lurches forward and shoves me to the ground, pulling Dina past. As I get to my feet he dives into the box and pulls Dina in behind him. I reach the box too late - he slams the door shut right when I get there.

I pound on the door and shout angrily, "Curse you, you scum! Curse you!"

Then a TV in the corner snaps on. Jigsaw's voice and - Billy the puppet? - appear.

"Hello, Flora, or as they called you in your school, Flo. As the oldest of your group of friends, you could have swung the moral direction of your choices around to benefit both you and your friends in a positive manner, rather than go down the path of a drug addict. Instead you chose to light the flame of your obsession, just as you light the end of a cigarette."

I back away from the box while he's speaking. Flo's eyes are wide with terror. Jacks' triumphant little smirk has been wiped clean off his face, replaced with shock as he sees Billy back again. I can't see Jenny; Dina's holding on to Jacks with a tight grip.

I walk towards the cage, listening to Jigsaw speak.

"But it was the needle that intrigued you most, Flo. Such an easy tool to dispose of, which you did in the fire that you set. You could've stayed behind and tried to help the farmer or his horses, but you hurt them instead, and not just by abandoning them. Their deaths were torturous, Flo, just as yours will be."

Flo cries, "Let me out -"

"Shut up!" I snap.

"The device you are in, if you haven't already guessed, is an Iron Maiden. Usually, spikes would be used to impale people on the walls. However, this one will become your tomb should the person standing in front of you not find the key to release you from your shackles. Fortunately, the key is in a safe place. Unfortunately, the only way to find the key is to dive into your obsession. Find the key before the clock runs out, or you, Flo, will face the same fate as the poor farmer and his poor, helpless horses."

A clock snaps on and begins counting down from 2:00:00. 1:58:47...

"The clock is ticking."

My eyes are wide with fear. It's a straight-up guessing game! There's no time to ponder which bucket is right - I have to start hunting now or Flo is a goner.

Reaching the nearest bucket, I stare for a moment at the needles inside before taking a deep breath, letting out a yell and plunging my hand into the bucket.

Needles sharp as knives stick through the bandages into my arm. They burn terribly, causing me to scream aloud as I hunt for the key. I forcefully rip my arm out after my hand grabs something.

It's a needle. No key here.

1:36:98.

"Griffith!" Jenny yells, trying to get my attention.

"Shut up and let him concentrate!" Dina snarls at her. "Come on, Griffith! You got this!"

I reach the next bucket and plunge my hand in again. Another loud scream rockets through my lungs and out my mouth. The pain is starting to get to me, all of these needles sticking through the bandages in my arm and piercing my skin. As I rip my arm out a second time with no key, I notice the blood starting to seep through my bandages. This is really not good!

1:10:17.

I try a third bucket, then a fourth, then a fifth. Still nothing. By now my pain level is rising so high that I'm not sure I can continue with this.

My friends are screaming at me to keep going, but I can't think straight. My arm hurts so bad - the needles are stuck under there like daggers, and with me being the way I am, it's next to impossible to pull them out without losing the needles themselves, the ones embedded in my skin. My mind goes back to Jigsaw's words: "Fortunately the key is in a safe place. Unfortunately, the only way to find the key is to dive into your obsession."

00:45:00.

Forty-five seconds left.

My eyes scan the room rapidly. Right now everybody's screaming at me to plunge my hand into another bucket, but I don't think that's the right thing to do! Or is it? I can't tell what I'm thinking because I can't hear what I'm thinking. The noise and the pain levels are overwhelming.

Then, out of the corner of my eye, I see it: there's another bucket in the far corner, this one shaped like a safe!

"There better not be a f**king combination lock!" I curse. I hurl myself over to the safe, adrenaline rushing through me.

00:30:01.

No combination lock, but more needles - LOTS of them. I have to take a moment to build up my strength. If this doesn't work...

"Griffith, what the hell are you doing!? Get the buckets by her, not that one!" Jacks yells at me.

"SHUT UP!" I yell at him before plunging my arm in again.

The needles pierce my skin like the jaws of a Gila monster. I grit my teeth and struggle through the pain.

00:15:41.

I'm forced to pull my arm out for a moment before plunging it back in again. I'm so close to passing out right now that it's taking everything I have to keep going. I hear the clock tick down and start counting the seconds to try to keep myself awake.

00:05:00.

Then - something loops around my finger. I grab it tight. I haul my arm out and look at the object.

It's the key!

I turn around and start running for the Iron Maiden. Abruptly my strength gives out and I crash to the floor, wallowing in agony.

"GRIFFITH!" Flo screams.

And then I see the clock.

00:00:00.

Game over.

The Iron Maiden's door swings shut. Underneath it, there's a bright flash of orange. Flames shoot up inside the Iron Maiden. Another series of screams ring out - this time they belong to Flo, who's cooking alive in the chamber. Jacks and Dina are screaming too, trying to force the glass box's door to give way so they can come to Flo's rescue. I lie on the ground and watch as the flames engulf the Iron Maiden's chamber.

I've failed.