A Caucasian man sat up against a wall as he woke up. He could see lights turning on. He looked down and discovered that each of his hands were in holes on the sides of a vault. He could feel handcuffs. He moved his hands.
"Ah!"
He felt pain on his wrists.
"Shit."
He walked forward and tried opening a door, but it was locked. On his left he saw an oven. On his right he saw a TV in front of a wall with a thin gap in it that contained the noise. He could see the bottom of a moving circular saw. The TV showed the image of a puppet with a white face, black hair, red eyes, and red swirls on its cheeks.
"Oh no. Not you!"
It all came back to him. When he was still in his bedroom, he had heard a noise coming from the bathroom. He expected it to be his father, but after opening it he had been drugged and kidnapped by someone wearing a pig mask.
"Jigsaw!"
He listened to the message the puppet on the TV delivered:
"Hello Officer Ryan. Surely you must know why you are here. You are a racist officer who took advantage of a woman you pulled over. You thought that you could fully redeem yourself by saving her from a car fire. Since that incident, your father has died from disease. I sympathize for you, but you still have much to learn. The hands that molested that woman are now in custody. The combination to open the vault can be found on 'the clock'. After you open the vault, you will need the key to free yourself from the handcuffs that have razors cutting your flesh. If you look around, you will find a 'map' to the key. If you don't free yourself, then you just might bleed to death. Live or die. Make your choice."
After the message ended, Officer Ryan searched for a clock. He didn't see one.
"Where's the damn clock?"
He then decided that the clock was probably a metaphor for something. He was, after all, in one of Jigsaw's games. He looked at the walls closely until he found three numbers that were in paint that was almost the exact same shade as each wall. He tried figuring out which order the three numbers had to be in. He remembered:
"The combination to open the vault can be found on the 'clock'."
He realized that the numbers on the walls had to be read clockwise. He used the doorknob to use the combination.: 8-2-5. The vault was opened, but his hands were still in handcuffs. Blood was dripping from his wrists.
"Shit!"
He looked around and found his police uniform in a corner of the room. He moved it around with his foot and uncovered an X-ray that revealed the location of the key: between his right wrist and his forearm. He looked over to the gap that had the circular saw within. He had no choice. He inserted his right arm into the gap and let the saw cut between his wrist and forearm.
"AAAHHH!"
He took his arm out of the gap. His severed hand was in the vault. He looked at the wound on his right arm and saw no key.
"Oh God. It must be in here."
He looked at his severed hand. He raised the vault above his head so that the hand hung above his mouth. He used his teeth to dig for the key in the wound on his wrist. He could taste blood. When he finally pulled the key out, he lowered the vault and spit the key into it. He used his left hand to unlock the handcuff on his left wrist. The vault fell to the floor, and he was free. He picked up the key and tried unlocking the door, but it didn't work.
"Okay! I did it! Now what?"
He turned his attention towards the oven. It must've been there for a reason. He opened the oven and found a metal tray. On top of it was a bowl that held a key covered in hard wax. He closed the oven and turned it on. He didn't wait long because he didn't want the key to melt. When it was warm enough, he opened the oven and reached for the key. He flinched and accidentally touched the tray.
"Ow! Fuck!"
He got the key out and opened the door. He picked up the pants of his police uniform and wrapped it onto the wound where his right hand used to be.
"Bring it on, Jigsaw."