Though John had never dealt with beings who mastered the arts of sorcery. He waited patiently for the sorcerer, with the given location. A fit of coughs erupted from his lungs, which died down when the elderly man took in a breath of oxygen from a special, small mask. "Amanda, I need you to go into the city and gather information regarding our guest. And... Please be careful, I don't want another accident like last time." He said, with a rasp when he spoke. His apprentice nodded and took a hooded sweater and left the building. She ventured into the city, putting her hood up over her head.
It was all over the city; reports of the Jigsaw Killer fulfilling his work and 'teachings'. John Kramer, the man behind the 'Jigsaw' persona; sat in his lair which was a large, and I mean very large abandoned warehouse of sorts. While John sat behind a table, drawing; or sketching future 'traps', he wasn't alone. A young woman was sitting in a different room, in front of various monitors. Other 'tests' were taking place in a different building; well, multiple. A sigh was emitted from the woman, she moved her dark brown hair behind her ear, as she got up and walked over to her mentor. "John, do you need anything?" She asked, concerned for the elder whom she looked up to as a father figure. John Kramer began to cough, the coughing died down as soon as he took in a few breaths of oxygen from a small mask. "No, not now. Thank you." He said, with a slight rasp in his voice when he took off the medical mask. After doing so, he returned to sketching for future 'games'.