[Intro][A clipped alarm pulse locks to the recurring three-note fan-motor riff. A cheerful lobby chime cuts through the first guitar swell.]

[Company PA - Bright Female Voice]

Welcome, new hire. Badge in view.
Building B is expecting you.

[Verse 1 - Mara, Female Clean Lead]

At eight fifty-nine, my brand-new badge came through,
My shoes stayed dry beneath my jacket blue.
Reception slid a form beneath the glass:
“Welcome to the family. Your photo did not pass.”
The turnstile held me hostage, every reader blinking red,
While COMPANY FIRST crawled backward overhead.
My manager arrived with one loose cable coil:
“Take this down to B. Ask Greg-or. Don’t touch foil.”

[Pre-Chorus - Mara]

No map inside the welcome pack,
No number I could call.
Just forty-seven keys upon
A hook beside the wall.

[Chorus - Mara & Gregor, Duet]

Welcome to Building B,
Where every locked door knows more than me.
The lights glow green, the screens disagree—
Welcome, welcome to Building B.
Above, they sell efficiency;
Below, we keep the whole place breathing secretly.

[Verse 2 - Mara]

I crossed the hall beneath the humming floor,
Past boxes dated nineteen ninety-four.
A hand-drawn arrow sent me down a concrete flight,
Where cooling vents inhaled the fluorescent light.
The emergency phone rang under half an inch of dust;
Its paper label warned: ANSWER ONLY IF YOU MUST.
Then through a steel door came a voice, low and grim:
“If that coil belongs to a printer, leave it there with him.”

[Pre-Chorus - Mara]

Key twelve fit into door thirteen.
The lock complained, then turned.
A breath of frozen server air
Across the stairwell burned.

[Chorus - Mara & Gregor, Duet]

Welcome to Building B,
Where every locked door knows more than me.
The lights glow green, the screens disagree—
Welcome, welcome to Building B.
Above, they sell efficiency;
Below, we keep the whole place breathing secretly.

[Instrumental Break][Twin guitars follow the alarm rhythm while the bass descends like footsteps into the basement.]

[Bridge - Mara, Female Clean Lead]

Between the racks stood hood and steam,
Black ROOT mug by an amber screen.

[Bridge Response - Gregor, Male Baritone]

“New hire? Good. Put down the coil.
Wrong type. Of course. And don’t touch foil.”

[Breakdown - Mara & Gregor, Alternating]

The fans sank low.
The phone went dead.
One green light flashed
Above his head.

[Build-up - Gregor, Male Baritone]

One rusted key.
One spoken word.
The drives spun up.
The whole floor stirred.

[Final Chorus - Mara & Gregor, Duet]

Welcome to Building B,
Greg-or Fawk knows each dependency.
The doors unlock, the mail runs free,
Because one man stayed beneath the company.
My first-day task became a warning to me:
Nothing here works without Building B.

[Outro - Mara]

He handed back the cable coil.
“Wrong type,” he said once more.
Upstairs, the coffee found its cups.
I marked the basement door.