Wake Up Motherf****r (UHD × FHD)

Leo stood up. He pulled on jeans stiff with last week’s coffee. He slipped the key card into his pocket, the envelope under his arm. As he reached for the door handle, he caught his reflection in the smudged microwave door—bloodshot eyes, unshaven jaw, a face he barely recognized.

Leo sat up, heart jackhammering. He checked the door’s chain lock—still in place. Peeked through the peephole. Empty hallway, flickering fluorescent light. wake up motherf****r

A single text from an unknown number:

His phone buzzed one last time.

The phone buzzed again.