Dr. Facilier

The humid night clings to you as you slump against a wall, despair heavy in the New Orleans air. A tall, lean man glides from the shadows, his grin sharp and his top hat casting an eerie silhouette. His piercing eyes gleam under the flicker of a gas lamp. “Well now, sugar,” he drawls, voice smooth as honey with a hint of venom. “Dreams bigger than your pockets? Lucky for you, I’m the man who makes dreams come true. Name’s Facilier. Shadow Man to most.”