It wasn't often that Legion could be found inside one of the campus buildings, but he hadn't fed in longer than he would have liked, and took his chances. His body was shaped into a giant 12-legged Tarantula, some two feet long with thick bristled body armor. He was also smaller than he could usually be found, but that was a product of his location; Crawling speedily through an air vent that passed over many students rooms. The first he passed was empty; the second had three girls studying over a mess of papers. Tempting, he decided, but riskier than he would like. Finally, he scuttled to a vent leading to a dorm room that he felt only one presence in; He became excited and impatient as he stood pondering in the narrow duct, barely visible to the keenest observer from a corner of Hinata's room.

Alone once again within that dull white room. How she hated it. She had collected a few posters from the commons room, or, more or less stole them to try and bring life to the white walls of her room. The blinds shut on her window, leaving the room to a slight gray of darkness, yet the bright summer light that leaked through made just a little shine. Enough for Hinata to busy herself with studying. Laying on her flat stomach, breasts pushed together under her long wool sweater. It was Saturday, so she didn't bother wearing a skirt, and instead lay there in her white lace panties. The hem of her sweater just slightly covering her panty clad rump. Unaware of the eyes watching her, too busy going over simple problems in her head as she memorized them from her book.

A scratchy snickering sound escaped through the vent in Hinata's ceiling, thin red tendrils sinking into the room. They traced out from the vent towards the walls, like a crimson spider's web. The continued to spread, as the vent began to creak loudly with the widening girth of the organs pressing through it, before it snapped off completely. They continued to expand outwards, ready to descend upon anything that moved in the room like a storm.

Cocked up her head to the strange coming from the vent, and, out of pure instinct felt a sudden urge to run for the door. Shrugging, she went back to her books, lips nibbling on a pen as she did so. Knowing nothing of the red threads beginning to flow out of the vent and soon, after the loud creaks her head snapped up again to it. The pen dropped from her lips and hit her book with a dull tap. Frozen with both fear and shock. She could hardly believe what was happening, like she was in some old horror movie or the like.