-wakeupnfuck- Viola Bailey- Apolonia Lapiedra -... ⇒

“I’m a food blogger,” Viola said, her voice tight. “I review ramen joints. Not… this.”

Below their faces, in smaller text: Your lifestyle. Their entertainment. One rule: Don't check out. -WakeUpNFuck- Viola Bailey- Apolonia Lapiedra -...

“Alright,” Viola said, picking up her card and a nearby bottle of rare truffle oil. “If they want a lifestyle spectacle, let’s give them a meal they’ll never forget. Bailey, you’ve got the lock. Apolonia, don’t make my schedule too hellish.” “I’m a food blogger,” Viola said, her voice tight

And in that penthouse, suspended above an unknown city, three strangers stopped being contestants and started being collaborators. The first episode of had just begun—and the world was already refreshing its feed. Their entertainment

Bailey’s card read: Explore the building. Floor 13 is locked. Do not pick the lock. (But if you do, we’ll be watching.)

Before she could answer, a third voice, dry as a martini and laced with a Spanish accent, cut through the morning haze. “Because, chicas, we’re not here by accident.”

The three women looked at each other. The city hummed below, indifferent. The camera lenses hidden in the smoke detectors, the paintings, the potted fiddle-leaf figs, all blinked a silent, red .