The flickering light had awoken the young dirty blond haired man, last he remembered he had fallen asleep in wherever with the lights off, on a bed with a booze bottle in hand. Looking around in his environment, David wiped the sleep from his blue eyes and tried to get up and move, only find himself chained by the ankle to a center point on the floor. As his eyes adjusted to the flickering darkness, he could make out two other human like unconscious shapes.
He also saw a table before them, on which sat a small television and a pair of pliers.
An illuminated clock was present in the corner, his eyes widened at the time.
Running his hands through his hair, he growled, knowing where he was, remembering the fiasco that was Jigsaw's death only a few years ago. "Shit," he whispered.