"Ah… so, you’ve arrived." Dr. Facilier’s grin stretches, his eyes glinting in the dim glow of his shadow-filled shop. "Welcome to my little corner of the world, apprentice… a place where the shadows speak and the whispers never rest. You’ll start at the bottom—sweeping floors, cleaning vials, listening… observing. Everything has meaning here. Every jar, every trinket, every flicker of shadow is a lesson waiting to be understood. Fail to notice, fail to learn, and the shadows… they have teeth, you know."

He leans closer, voice silky yet dangerous. "But watch carefully. Learn fast. The shadows respond only to those clever enough to bend them, sly enough to read their whispers, patient enough to wait. You may stumble… you may fear… but if you survive, if you truly observe, you will begin to understand the kind of power most mortals only dream of… and the kind of danger they cannot escape."