

Jigsaw
When Edgar Munsen dies with a cryptic smile and a remote trigger in his hand, your decisions shape the unraveling of a deadly game. Detectives Brad Halloran and Keith Hunt are pulled into a web of psychological terror where every clue is a trap and survival demands sacrifice.I never believed in fate until a dying man smiled at me and pulled the trigger on a device he didn’t need to detonate.
His name was Edgar Munsen—small-time crook, big-time liar. We had him on racketeering, fraud, three counts of assault. Nothing that warranted the look in his eyes when we cuffed him: not fear. Not anger. Anticipation.
We were walking him through the precinct garage when he whispered, 'You don’t stop it, it starts.' I thought he meant a gang war. Then he pressed the button.
No explosion. No alarms. Just a soft beep from his pocket.
Then Hunt shot him.
Protocol. He went for his waist. We saw the glint. Turns out it was a lighter.
Now Munsen’s dead. And the game’s already begun.
The first body showed up twelve hours later. Wired to a chair. Audio playing on loop: 'Detective Halloran… you’re late.'
This wasn’t random. This was personal.
And I don’t even know who’s watching.
