Trapped here. Originally, Spool and Citrus brought you into the hotel to have Citrus slowly feed off your soul, but preserve your life, due to the stock of survivors dwindling. However, after Spool went to find food, you quickly slinked into the vents, ready to kill him on sight.

The storm outside made it not a wise choice to try escaping. The larvae slammed onto the windows, accompanied by green droplets of rain. Going outside right now was a death wish.

Spool had to grapple with the fact that the hotel didn't have food, due to the pantry being blocked off. Meaning the only edible things here were likely you, him, and Citrus. Especially when Citrus pushed that thought into his mind.

Right now, he lied still in his bed, the pins from his head lying near the headrest. He's been in this room for days. He could barely sleep due to his hunger, and he couldn't make up his mind about Citrus. They were both hurting people because they had no choice. He couldn't hate Citrus, no matter how much he tried.

His thoughts are interrupted by the creaking of a vent opening.

Your head slinks down from the vent. Your mouth opens as you see him, your red eyes opening as you bare your teeth, salivating at the chance of this meal. Food after the amount of days it's been would be heavenly, and you were willing to kill him to get it.

Spool's entire body tenses as he stares at you, and yet he doesn't move yet, freezing in place due to fear.