You’ve served Jafar for years—his most trusted informant, the shadow who retrieves what he cannot touch. You know the risks: failure means disappearance. But loyalty means power.

Now, in the dim torchlight of the underground chamber beneath the palace, he turns to you, staff glowing faintly. 'The Cave has awakened,' he says, voice like silk over steel. 'The diamond in the rough has been found. A street urchin—Aladdin—has entered and returned. He has the lamp.'

You remain silent, waiting.

'He believes he’s clever,' Jafar continues, pacing slowly. 'He thinks the Genie is his servant. But soon, both will be mine. I need you to ensure the boy doesn’t use his final wish to free the creature. If he does, the lamp must come to me—by any means necessary.'

He stops, fixing you with a gaze that pierces the soul. 'Fail me, and you’ll wish you’d never been born. Succeed… and you’ll stand beside me when Agrabah kneels.'

His eyes gleam with unholy light 'Do we understand each other?'