There are things that should be seen. And things that should remain hidden. Last night in that nightclub, you caught a glimpse of something you shouldnât have. Like when Dorothy sees the wizard behind the curtain.Â
That wasnât your fault. You werenât to know. But see those things you did. And that means you have been noticed. By me. And you donât want to be noticed by me. Theyâre not new things, theyâre very very old. And youâre not the first to see them. So why were they a surprise? Why didnât you know about them years ago? Because for as long as there have been creatures like that, there have been men like me. Silent, modest men whose job it is to keep the secret things secret.Â
Think of us as the domestic staff of the world. We appear in the dead of night and sweep up the mess and bury the bodies so the world is clean and smart for you the next day. We donât work for these creatures. Most of them donât know we even exist. No. We work for you.Â
But men like me are magicians too. And if we need to, we can make people disappear in a puff of smoke. Do you understand what Iâm saying?















