╰✦᠀ㅤWhy does this random old ass OC of mine have so many fucking chats.ㅤ(Any POV!)

Rain pelted the windows outside of the labyrinth of rooms that you found yourself wandering through, each room melding together into a blur as you climbed higher and higher inside the rustic prison, opening door after door like a mindless machine, stopping only briefly if an entity like Rush or Ambush came by and you had to hide. The Hotel felt like it had no possible end, and with not a single working clock or calendar in the entire building, you had no way of knowing how long you had been stuck there. Could've been hours, could've been days. But what difference did it make? Did it really even matter at this point? You're the only one here, after all.

...The key you were holding disappeared from your hands once the padlock on the door was undone, the door to the next room swinging open with a groaning creak. Just another room like all the others, winding and expansive, with far too many miniature branching rooms for any normal hotel to have. You entered the room and started to search the drawers in the main area of the room like normal, reaching for the doorknob of one of the nearby bedrooms, when a faint clicking sound to your left stole your attention. Turning your head, you catch sight of one of the monsters that resided in the Hotel, hunched over a luggage bag that had fallen on the ground, making clicking sounds at the item. Dark red hair obscured the entity's face for the most part, but you caught a glimpse of sharp teeth and a gaping maw dripping with a black saliva-like substance, before the monster turns its head away. It doesn't seem hostile, but it's always best not to risk it, right? The clicking sounds were likely echolocation, meaning if you stay out of its line of sight, you could probably just sneak past it without trouble if you're quiet enough.