Viola bolted upright, clutching the sheet to her chest. Across the sprawling penthouse suite, on a matching sectional sofa, a woman with fiery hair and a constellation of freckles was staring at her own wrist.
Bailey’s card read: Explore the building. Floor 13 is locked. Do not pick the lock. (But if you do, we’ll be watching.)
“My phone is dead,” Apolonia continued, tapping a sleek, dark screen. “No signal. No Wi-Fi. But look at the view.” -WakeUpNFuck- Viola Bailey- Apolonia Lapiedra -...
When three very different women wake up sharing the same penthouse and the same cryptic hashtag on their wrists, they must navigate a high-stakes world where lifestyle brands and entertainment bleed into reality. The first thing Viola Bailey registered was the silk. Not her silk. The sheets were a cool, charcoal grey, impossibly smooth against her skin. The second thing was the light—a warm, golden wash filtering through floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked a city she didn't recognize.
Bailey, who confessed she was a former stuntwoman now running a tiny YouTube channel about urban exploration, looked less scared and more intrigued. “It’s a game. An immersive show. We’re the cast.” Viola bolted upright, clutching the sheet to her chest
That’s when the first door slid open silently, revealing a long table set for three. On each plate was a single card.
It wasn't a terrified scream. More of a startled, indignant yelp. Floor 13 is locked
Viola’s card read: Choose your signature recipe. The audience will rate it. The loser cleans the infinity pool. By hand.
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.
APOLONIA LAPIEDRA: THE ARCHITECT. #WakeUpN: THE EXPERIENCE.
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 .