We're both monsters

                                    

                                          
(Y/n)'s POV
Gray: "We're here."
The rusty doors parted and you were flooded with memories. To anyone else,  remembering a meeting with a murderer would be a horribly traumatic thing. However, you looked back on the encounter fondly and with humor. It was hard to believe you went from that to now. Luck, maybe? To be on a journey with someone who tried to kill you, and of which you then came to like the company of. What a crazy reality.
Gray: "Zack is an honest and simple soul. You'll find that much like him, this floor is uncomplicated... Go and do what you came here to do."
You didn't know how to take his comment, and so you did as he said without a word. 
You ran around aimlessly, but finally, you found a promising lead. The 'alleyway' that was boarded up by wood before -that Zack had promptly smashed to bits- actually led to a door. There was dried blood and feathers at your feet. That birds life was just another grain of sand in an endless desert to you now. You went on inside.

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          
No doubt about it, this room was lived in. Your heart sank. By no means was it a good living space. It was messy and extremely dirty. Maybe that had to do with Zack and his lack of upkeep, but it was no matter to you. You still believed he should have had better- that he deserves better. There wasn't even a bed, just a couch that was scratched up with an old sheet functioning like a blanket.
(Y/n): "It's so thin...He must have been so cold..."
You paused.
(Y/n): "...I...really don't know much about Zack.. do I?..."
You shook your head sadly and went over to the dresser first. There was a drawer with bandages, but most of them were bloodied and used. You rummaged around and finally found a fresh roll. The rest of the drawers were empty. No medicine or other useful items.
You continued looking around.