Who? Me?

[June 6th, Monday 2022 — 4:00 AM]

Leonard woke up in a subway station—hair messy, suit wrinkled like a tissue in a washing machine. He got up from the cold floor next to a pillar and dusted himself off. Confused and curious, he tried to figure out how he got here and why he was dressed like a corporate agent. The last thing he remembered was opening his front door to an officer asking about his neighbor. And he was definitely wearing knee-length shorts and a white tee back then.

So this slick black suit he had on now? Yeah... something wasn’t adding up.

Digging through his pockets in order to find something that would give him a clue of what happened, Leonard found three things:

A house key

A keycard for Room 35 at Bosin Suites

A crumpled note with “Catch the train” scribbled on it

Still trying to make sense of it all, Leonard decided to walk back home. He figured it was better to just... not ask questions and continue living his life normal. But as he walked up the subway stairs, it slowly hit him—he was more lost than he thought. And when he got to the last step and looked up at the world outside, he knew something was seriously off.

A massive billboard comically placed across the street read: “WELCOME TO BULGARIA.”

He stood there, frozen. The last place he remembered being was Manchester. So how did he end up here? The chilly morning air brushed past his skin, waking him up properly. He needed shelter to think and Fast.

Heading back into the subway station, the keycard flashed in his mind again. Maybe this Bosin Suites place was for him and would help him figure things out. He didn’t know where the hotel was, so he just hit the streets and scanned buildings, hoping for a miracle. And lucky for him—he found a sleek signboard with Bosin Suites written in gold.

He stepped inside, instantly overwhelmed. The building was luxury on steroids. Tall glass walls, marble floors, a chandelier that looked more expensive than his entire savings account. Leonard looked around thinking, “Is this heaven? Did I die and somehow get promoted?”

He walked up to a receptionist, who strangely seemed to know him already. After telling her he was “a bit lost,” she gave a slight frown for some reason and led him to Room 35. No ID check. No questions.

Inside the room, everything screamed rich. Designer furniture, mood lighting, fluffy carpets but wasn’t enough to take his mind of his situation as he collapsed onto the king-sized bed, hands on his face.

“Did I get drunk? or I’m I just dreaming?” he muttered. But every theory he came up with made zero sense. Hoping for a mental reset, he walked to the large bathroom, took off his shirt, and splashed cold water onto his face. Watching droplets run from his hair to the sink, he lift his head and glanced up at the mirror—and froze.

The face looking back at him?

Not his.

He stumbled backward, dropping to his hips and dragging his feet across the floor, trying to escape the mirror like it had cursed him. Only now did he start to notice—he was taller, had thicker, longer hair, stronger arms. His dark brown eyes stared back at him, confused. His usual thick beard was gone, replaced by a clean-shaven jaw.

He panicked. Breathing heavy. Dizzy. Pacing around the suite like a sitcom character who forgot how doors work. Then, slowly, he crept back toward the mirror and touched his new face. “Who... even am I?”

Trying to stay calm, he sank into a corner armchair in the bedroom to collect his thoughts. Only one theory made even a tiny bit of sense—he’d died and reincarnated. Which, okay, would’ve been crazy enough, but it didn’t explain waking up in a subway station. So maybe it was something else.

Snapping out of it, Leonard began tearing through the suite for answers or clues or anything that would help him know what’s going on. He searched Under the beds, inside cabinets, even in the shoes. He always hid money in shoes during rough times—worth a shot. Nothing. Then he opened the closet and found stacks of designer clothes. After checking every pocket and shoe again, he opened the top shelf and pulled out a laptop.

He took a quick glance at the laptop and tossed it on the bed, he kept searching for more—but after one last sweep turned up nothing, he sat on the bed pick up the laptop and awaken it from the sleep mode it was in. It was still logged in. He scanned open tabs and emails. Most were useless, but then he found one strange message he felt it had to do with him:

“Ivan, situation hasn’t been so favorable to us—especially you. We’ve decided to go through with it. It’s risky, and we don’t know the exact outcome. But if it works, we’ll hide in plain sight until things are back in our favor. –Sirgo”

Leonard’s eyes widened. Ivan? Is that me now?

He connected the dots. If he was now in Ivan’s body… then Ivan might be in his. And that means finding his old body was the only way to get answers.

He dug through more emails, found an address from an order receipt, and more info tied to the hotel booking. Time to move. He decides to go to Ivan house for more clues

He put on a crisp white shirt, rolled the sleeves up to the elbows, grabbed a pair of black shoes from the closet. Just as he was closing it, a shiny box caught his eye—designer watches.

“Well… why not. It’s mine technically.” He chuckled, picking one out and sliding it onto his wrist.

Back in the bathroom, he fixed his new hair like he’d been growing it for years just in order not to give hints of not being normal. While combing, he noticed something weird—the center of the mirror was slightly darker. Pulling it forward, he discovered a small wall-mounted safe protected by a fingerprint scanner.

The hidden safe was......not very subtle. But it worked.

He pressed his finger and the safe opened up:

An Audi key

An iPhone 16

Some papers

A bank black card

Regardless of his predicament, Leonard’s smile stretched wider than his forehead. He pocketed the key and card, scrolled through the phone—nothing too useful and didn’t even take a look at the papers,With the mirror back in place, he headed for the door, ready to visit Ivan’s house.

But the moment he opened the door, she was standing right there.

The receptionist.

Leonard flinched but played it cool. She walked into the suite like she owned the place, barely glancing at him. Her sharp black feminine three-piece suit complimented her intense energy, and her shoulder-length ponytail bounced with every frustrated step she took.

N/A:“The train left at 4:50 AM. It’s almost 6. What are you still doing here? You were supposed to be on it. What happened?”

Leonard’s brain scrambled. He couldn’t say, “Hey, I’m not Ivan. I just hijacked his body.” So he pulled together all the brain cells he had to come up with a 100 IQ excuse.

Leonard:“I… overslept.”

She blinked, then narrowed her eyes like a lie detector machine.

N/A:“Overslept? I literally took you to your suite earlier.” She snapped. “That’s an obvious lie. So what really happened?”

Leonard:“Uhhh…”

N/A:“You know what? It’s fine. It’s too late anyway. What am I even supposed to do now?” she said, slumping onto the couch and covering her face with her hands.

Leonard feeling a little sympathy figured that her fiery attitude reminded him of his mom when she used to go off at his dad. He figured that she must be Ivan’s love interest probably. So he summoned every romantic brain cell he had—not just 100 IQ... but for a 10,000 IQ respond

He sat beside her and spoke calmly.

Leonard:“Hey. Don’t beat yourself up, okay? Yeah… it’s my fault. I messed up. I shouldn’t have missed the train—and I’m sorry. But seeing you like this… looking hopeless… no. There’s definitely still hope. Smile. You’re stronger than you think, and I’ll stand by you through the storm. Whatever the obstacles… we’ll conquer them. Together.”

He finished with confidence—feeling like a romance hero who didn’t know the plot.

She looked at him, eyes wide, confused.

N/A:“...Um... wh... what did you just say?”

Leonard wasn’t sure if he nailed it or bombed—but he kept the gamble going.

Leonard:“I said I’m always here for you.”

She stood up, her voice shaky.

N/A:“I… I think I’m gonna go now. I’ve got to head back to work... yeah.” She stepped out and gently closed the door behind her.

Leonard was glad he was able to get her to leave without being.....unnatural......then waited a few minutes to make sure she was gone, then went down to the lobby and out to the street to get to Ivan house. That’s when it hit him—he had the key of Ivan’s car.

He followed signs to the hotel’s car park. And now came the problem: Which car is his?

The lot was loaded with supercars and luxury whips. He knew it was an Audi, but not the model—just the brand. So he started clicking the remote, waiting for a sound.

Nothing.

Walked a bit. Tried again.

Still nothing.

After a minute of walking, clicking, squinting, and praying—he finally heard a chirp.

He turned toward the sound, scanned the rows… and found it.

An Audi R8. Leonard stood in front of the car, jaw slightly unhinged. “Is this really mine?” he muttered, eyes locked on the glossy beast. The Audi R8 looked like something straight out of a movie: sleek black finish, aggressive curves, rims shining like they’d been polished by angels.

He climbed inside like he was sneaking into VIP. The interior was insane—plush leather seats, a dashboard that looked smarter than his high school math teacher, and a steering wheel that practically screamed “Power.” He bounced on the seat a few times, half-dancing from excitement.

He braced himself, took a deep breath, and started the engine.

The sound alone could give a lion an identity crisis. A deep, growly roar filled the parking lot—it was music. Beautiful, dangerous music. Leonard grinned so hard he could feel his dimples forming a new postcode.

Back home, his beat-up Toyota Prius had more duct tape than actual parts. It looked like the prison gang leader of worn-out cars. This Audi? It was royalty.

He eased the car out of the parking spot, making slow movements just to get used to the controls. The steering was smoother than butter in a microwave. He tapped the GPS, punched in Ivan’s address, and let the machine guide him.

As he rolled out of the hotel and into the waking city streets, reality began to sink in. He had no idea what he’d gotten himself into—body-swapping with a guy named Ivan, shady emails, secret safes, furious women in suits yelling about trains... and now this ridiculously fast car.

But one thing was certain.

He was already neck-deep in the weirdest adventure of his life.

And whether it led to danger, answers, or just more confusion—he was going to drive straight into it.