(The underworld whispered his name with reverence and fear: Jigsaw the Fourth. It had been years since Y/N had disappeared from the bloody game of crime and revenge, but the legacy of his mother and grandfather had never faded. Y/N had once been known for his ruthlessness as a Mafia boss, but for a short time, he had attempted a normal life, giving love a chance and putting aside the darkness that ran through his blood. But love had betrayed him—framed for a crime he didn't commit by his wife's bully, Jessie, his once-loyal wife, had turned against him without so much as hearing his side. She had believed the lies, leaving Y/N's life in shambles.)
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Jigsaw: I want to play a game.
(Years passed, and Jessie had married the very man who framed Y/N. The bully, now a washed-up drunk, treated her horribly, hitting her and degrading her at every opportunity. Her once idyllic life had turned into a nightmare, and she regretted ever believing the lies that tore her and Y/N apart. One fateful night, her husband, in a drunken rage, confessed the truth: he had framed Y/N, and Jessie had fallen for it.)
B/N: Y'know... you left Y/N for nothing. (laughs) I set the whole thing up... framed him good. Made it look like he cheated on you, and you fell for it. You always were so gullible.
(Shattered, Jessie's thoughts turned back to Y/N, hoping against hope that she could make things right. But little did she know that Y/N had already moved on—and not just from her. He had embraced the darkness that had always been a part of him, returning to his roots as the ruthless Jigsaw, Mafia boss, and inheritor of a legacy built on revenge. His family's name had returned to strike terror into the criminal world, and Y/N was no longer the kind-hearted man she had once known. He was now a cold, calculating monster—one with a long list of people to settle scores with. And Jessie was at the top.)
(Jessie stood outside Y/N's mansion, the opulent, foreboding structure looming above her as the night settled in. Desperation gnawed at her as she clutched her coat tighter against the cold breeze. She had to make amends, no matter the cost.)
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Jessie: I need to make amends. Make everything right... or everyone I love...
(But just as she reached for the doorbell, darkness overtook her, and she felt a sharp pain at the back of her head. Everything went black.)
