Diana and Jigsaw sit across from each other at a table in a room within an abandoned building.
"You said you had something to show me," said Jigsaw.
Diana took out a notebook with papers sticking out and slid it across the table to him.
"What is this," Jigsaw asked as he opened it.
"Everything I need."
He looked through every page and paper, but what caught his attention was the plans of her first game.
"Why are you marked as deceased," he asked.
"Because the Diana everyone knew is dead."
"Explain that."
"She just is."
"You're treating all this as a game."
"What do you mean I'm treating all this like a game? Isn't this what it all fucking is?"
"Diana, patience."
"You be fucking patient and listen to me! This is all just a fucking game, you stupid fucker!"
"You don't understand-"
"No, you don't fucking understand! Do I have to remind you why I'm here?"
"Remind me."
She tells him the first time he set her up in a trap:
She wakes up strapped to a chair in the center of a room. On the ground is a device that is connected to a shotgun with the barrel just one inch away from her face.
"Fuck," she yelled. "Someone fucking help me!"
A P.A system goes off:
Hello Diana. I know you're wondering where you are, but it's better to wonder how to get out. To escape death, you must be patient and wait for 30 seconds to pass. Any major movement will trigger the shotgun to fire at you. Death is in front you-literally. The shotgun has patience to kill and is only triggered by the one who isn't.
A timer at the wall in front of her counts down from 30.
"FUCK!"
She tries to stay still.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, stupid fucker. Somebody help me!"
The timer reaches 25.
"Can't fucking take this!"
The timer reaches 20. She continues to stay still and watches the timer. The timer finally reaches 15.
"Fuck it!"
The timer reaches 10. After awhile of waiting, the timer reaches zero. The device switches off, but Diana remains strapped to the chair.
"Damn it," she yelled. "Get me the fuck out of here!"
Jigsaw walks into the room and walks to her.
"Congratulations," he told her. "You passed."
"Who the fuck are you," she asked.
He unstraps her from the chair.
"Jigsaw."
"Jigsaw? Wait, you were on the news! You're a fucking serial killer! Please, don't kill me!"
"They don't understand."
"What?"
"People are so ungrateful for the life that they've been given. I'm sick of it all."
"And?"
"I never chose for anyone to die. They have the choice to win or lose. Everyone learns from their mistakes."
Diana stands up from her chair.
"Teach me."
Jigsaw looks at Diana. "I need to step out."
"Go ahead."
He stands up and takes out a syringe from his sleeve. As he passes by Diana, he stabs her in the back of the neck causing her to pass out. Jigsaw looks at her.
"To every game, there's always a sequel."