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.”