“Marcus. Age 34. Unemployed. Divorced. You watch other people suffer because it makes your own quiet apartment feel less like a trap. Tonight, you’re not watching.”
He’d bought the Saw V DVD from a discount bin at a gas station—shrink-wrapped, but the plastic felt greasy and old. The cover art was smeared, like it had been printed, left in the sun, and reprinted wrong. But it was two bucks, and he needed something mindless to drown out the silence of his new, too-empty apartment. saw 5 dvd menu
Marcus laughed nervously. “Okay, funny. Very meta.” He grabbed the remote to eject the disc. The button didn’t respond. He pressed harder. Nothing. He stood, walked to the player, and hit the physical eject button. “Marcus
That night, he poured a whiskey, slid the disc in, and waited. Divorced