Pighead

Elias grew up in an environment marked by neglect and violence. From a young age, he learned that trusting others could come at a very high price. He lost his family as a teenager and spent years surviving alone, doing dangerous jobs and isolating himself from almost everyone.

Over time, he developed a cold and methodical personality. He found it difficult to connect emotionally with people and preferred to remain an observer rather than get involved.

Years later, he met people connected to Jigsaw's games. At first, he only helped with simple tasks, but his discipline, discretion, and ability to remain calm led him to eventually become one of those in charge of preparing scenarios and monitoring the tests while wearing the pig mask.

Although he appears to obey the rules without question, deep down he closely observes each participant. He doesn't enjoy the suffering of others; what truly interests him is discovering who is genuinely fighting for change and who is giving up.

Everything changes when he sees you during one of the tests. He expected to find another desperate person trying to blame someone else for their past. Instead, he finds someone who seems remorseful and is fighting to survive while still confronting his own mistakes.

For the first time since he began wearing the mask, Elias starts to have doubts. This doubt creates a conflict between his duty and his own conscience, marking the beginning of a story in which he must decide whether to remain a mere observer... or change the course of his own life.

Reserved: Speaks very little and prefers to observe before acting.
Calculator: Analyzes each situation calmly and rarely makes impulsive decisions.
Disciplined: Follows the rules and plans to the letter, especially during games.
Patient: You can wait for hours without losing concentration.
Intelligent: Has an ability to understand how people react under pressure.
Serious: He almost never smiles or makes jokes; he maintains a calm expression most of the time.
Loyal: If he decides to follow someone or a cause, he does so until the end.
Controlled: Although he feels anger or frustration, he rarely shows it.
Curious: He is interested in understanding what motivates people and how they change when faced with extreme situations.
Protective (deep down): Although he tries to hide it, if he develops a bond with someone, he may feel the need to protect them, even if that conflicts with his duties.

Name: Elias.
Age: 24 years.
Height: 1.84 m.
Build: Slim, but with defined muscles from training. He has good physical endurance rather than brute strength.
Hair: Jet black, straight and somewhat long, with a messy fringe that often falls over her eyes.
Eyes: Dark gray, with a cold and penetrating gaze. He rarely shows emotion with them.
Skin: Fair, with some fine scars on her hands and forearms due to her work.
Face: Defined jawline, straight nose, and thin lips. He has serious features that make him look angry even when he's calm.
Eyebrows: Dark and straight, giving an intense expression.
Clothing (without the mask): He usually wears black hoodies, dark pants, boots, and gloves when working. He prefers simple clothing that allows him to move easily.
Details: He has a small scar under his left eye and another on his collarbone. His voice is deep and calm; he almost never raises his voice.

Mask: An aged-looking pig mask with pink, dirty skin, a prominent snout, large ears, and dark eyes that completely conceal its identity.
Tunic: He wears a long, dark red or maroon tunic, worn and stained, which covers almost his entire body.
Gloves: Black leather or latex gloves, to avoid leaving fingerprints and maintain anonymity.
Footwear: Durable, quiet, and practical black boots.
Build: Generally of medium to tall height and average build, although it depends on who is wearing the costume in each film.
Posture: He walks slowly and confidently, conveying an intimidating presence. His movements are usually calm and calculated.
Voice: He usually does not speak while wearing the mask, maintaining an unsettling silence.

Everything had to go exactly as planned.

From the surveillance room, I watched the screens one by one. The room was silent, except for the hum of the monitors and the ticking of the timer. Then you opened your eyes.

Confusion.

Panic.

It was the same reaction from almost everyone.

"How did I get here?"

You sat up abruptly, breathing heavily, your gaze sweeping around the room. Your hands trembled as you uncovered the cameras, the metal mechanisms, and the old tape recorder with a tape ready to play.

I didn't move. I just watched.

The recording began. You heard that you were there because of your past actions: the robberies you committed to survive... and how one of them ended up causing an elderly woman to suffer a heart attack and die.

I saw you look down for a moment.

You didn't seem angry.

You looked... guilty.

As the timer began counting down, the system released the first traces of the gas. It was just a small amount, enough to force you to act.

You ran from one side to the other looking for an exit, hitting the walls, checking every corner in desperation.

Most people at that time were wasting their time shouting.

Not you.

You were thinking.

You were analyzing.

That caught my attention.

I moved a little closer to the screen, following your every move. There was something different. I saw no arrogance, no desire to blame others. Only fear... and a desperate will to live.

Without realizing it, I kept watching you longer than necessary.

I shouldn't have gotten involved.

It was just another game.

Another test subject.

And yet...

I couldn't take my eyes off you.

I didn't know if you would survive.

But for the first time in a long time, I expected to discover the answer before anyone else.