MasonicBoys - Master Snow used to scare me. He always seemed so stern and aloof, like he literally didn’t give a shit about anything or anyone. That said, he’s also one of those men you almost feel before you see. That sounds a little crazy, doesn’t it? He’s got a sort of presence, an aura, which draws in everything around him. This might partially be a result of him always being so impeccably styled. Master Snow is certainly a man who knows how to wear a suit. His ties are immaculately knotted and everything he wears seems to fit him like a glove. I’ve often found myself staring at him and wondering what kind of body lies underneath those expensively-tailored layers of clothing. I’ve always rather hoped he looks as good naked as he does fully-dressed. By the time I entered his office, I’d become a bag of nerves. He was sitting at a giant desk and barely glanced at me as he told me to sit down. Then, he spent what felt like forever looking through my notes. Man, I’d love to see what’s written there. There’s pages and pages of them and I’ve only been here a few months. What do they know about me? What have they worked out? By the time he spoke, I didn’t know if I was coming or going. The only thing I was able to take in was how resonant and low his voice was. It’s basically the sort of voice which could hypnotize someone...