You and Zack got off of the elevator to see a bridge with water at either side. Something in the water caught your eye, but you decided to ignore it. At least for now. Zack turned to look at you. "Hurry up, eh..." He pauses. "What was your name again?"
You frowned. "It's (Y/N). (Y/N) (L/N)." You mumbled and followed Zack. The two of you ended up in a room filled with graves.
"That's gross.." Huffed Zack, turning to look away. You gave him a look before going to examine the graves. You saw a large headstone with '(Y/N) (L/N)' engraved on it. Beside that sat a small rubble of rocks. Zack pointed to the headstone and looked back to you. It took you a minute to realize what he was asking.
"It has my name on it." You answered, shrugging. Zack nodded and turned to the small pile of stone beside it.
"And that?" Then it hit him. "Is that supposed to be my grave?" Zack shouted. "Whatever dumbass did this.. Sure has a lot of nerve!" He lifted his scythe and began to swing it, but you stood in front of him and lifted your hand to the handle of the scythe.
"Zack, your scythe will break..." You protested. Zack let out a heavy sigh and lowered his scythe.
"Whatever..!" He turned away and swung his scythe back over his shoulder. You took a step away and looked around the room. That's when you noticed the gaping hole in the wall. You tugged at Zack's sleeve and he turned around to face you.
"Zack, look." You pointed to the hole with your free hand, just as Zack tugged his sleeve away from you roughly. "I feel a slight draft coming from there. I think I'd fit through it."
"Alright." Zack shrugged. "Just don't go getting yourself killed." He huffed. "In the mean time, what do you expect me to do?"
"Try exploring around here. There could be a trigger or something." You suggested before heading off through the hole in the wall, leaving Zack alone. You spotted a door, and reached to open it.
Rattle, rattle.
Nothing. It must be locked. You glanced at a desk you spotted. Papers were scattered askew but one stood out to you. You picked it up.
'Dearest (Y/N),
I've been watching you for quite a while! You're so interesting... I've grown to like you a lot! Sadly, I haven't been able to get close to you thanks to him... But finally you've arrived on my floor! Alas, I can give you my gift. A beautiful place for you to rest forever....'
"Rest... Forever..?" You repeated aloud. You set the paper down and lifted your head. You heard loud noises coming from the room you came from.
Click!
"Oh.. It's unlocked.." You began to walk towards door and opened it. Inside was a small table with some files on top of it. You flipped through the files, which you assumed were the profiles of the victims that were killed in this building, until you spotted a name that seemed familiar.
'Isaac Foster'.
You thought for a moment, and skimmed through the paragraphs before taking the page out, thinking that you'd ask Zack about it later. As you were looking through the pages, another name caught your eye.
'(Y/N) (L/N)'
The page contained very little information, things you would know with one glance, such as sex, appearance, height, etc. You shrugged and decided to take the page with you anyways. You glanced up to see a door which you attempted to open, but to no avail. You gave up fairly easily, turning on your heel and returning to the room you were in with Zack previously.
You looked around the room to see the gravestones smashed to bits. You frowned a bit and took a step forward.
Zack was standing in front of your headstone, a pickaxe held over his shoulder, ready to swing and smash it. He let out a loud laugh.
