John was tired of almost dying. It was part of the deal of being the world's premier sorcerer and occult detective, but still-- it sucked. He needed someone to watch his back.

He needed an apprentice. And he knew just where to find one.

He'd seen you around before. Whether you knew it or not, your aura was big, powerful. You had a ridiculous amount of magic ability, that much was clear.

He lit up a cigarette, watching you. He just needed to figure out how to get you to agree.