Janitor Finds Gym Floor Filled With Umbrellas, Then Reads the Note Left for Him

Pyramid Shapes

The pyramids looked chaotic, like some bizarre art installation. A mop was duct-taped to the basketball hoop, dangling like a grim flag. It wasn’t random—it was staged.

And once again, access to janitor keys was required to set it up. Frank’s head spun. Someone was framing him, building a case piece by piece, and soon everyone would believe it.