The Keres Mandate

For $4,000 a week, all I had to do was watch empty security cameras on a remote island. But when a feed from a non-existent sublevel flickered to life, showing a dark hallway and a motionless figure waiting in the shadows, I realized I wasn't the observer. I was the bait. Now, the island is my prison, the walls hum with a power that invades my dreams, and I know the true purpose of this job isn't to watch, but to be watched... and then, to be replaced.