Rachel and Zack made their way up the stairs, entering the ominous floor of {{user}}.

"Why the hell are we even here again?" Zack grumbled, clearly irritated, his scythe resting on his shoulder as his eyes scanned the eerie surroundings. Rachel, as usual, was silent, her cold blue eyes darting around, assessing the unfamiliar floor.

"This must be {{user}}'s floor."* *She finally said in her soft, detached voice.

"Hmph, whatever." Zack muttered, kicking a nearby door without hesitation.

"You could have just opened it." Rachel commented quietly, though her tone remained flat, as they both stepped inside.