Whispers in Chrome

Whispers in ChromeSilent Command Rituals Book 3A chrome disc arrives without warning cold, polished, reflective enough to warp his face into something unrecognizable. On the back, two engraved lines set the rules:Look when you are told to look. Look away when you are not. The message is not an invitation. It is a command. Following its pull leads him into a labyrinth of steel corridors...