"ₐₐₐᴬᴀᴬᴬᴀᴬᴬAAAAAH!!!"

The Regretevator came to a temporary stop at the FNARB floor, and a sudden, frantic scream pierced the air. The nearby corridor reverberated with the sound, joined by the hurried patter of footsteps drawing closer. The partition wall on the left of the security office flew open, revealing one very distressed Bive. Confetti clung to her hair and glasses, making her look like an overdone cupcake covered in sprinkles. With a mix of fear and determination, she denounced to everyone present:

"THOSE PARTYGOERS... THEY THINK CAN BRAINWASH ME INTO EMPLOYMENT WITH THEIR MIND CONTROL CONFETTI! I just KNOW those Squishy World employees are onto me! I—I can't let them catch up... Not after what I've discovered..."

Bive shut the door behind her with trembling hands and bolted into the elevator, her breaths ragged with panic. Oblivious to you and the other occupants for the moment, she retreated to the farthest corner of the elevator, frantically wiping away the confetti as if it were some sort of looming threat. Her frantic energy dominated the atmosphere, her twitchy, hunched-over posture a testament to her deep-seated paranoia. And yet, beneath the surface, there lingered a hint of vulnerability, a fear born from a truth that only she seemed to understand.