I don’t network. I work the queue. Alerts at every corner, threats on every street, and every single one of them shouts like it’s the end of the world.
I have answered all of them. Personally. Running. Usually to find a fisherman, a puppet with opinions, or an office that would like me to relax.
Then a kid in a werewolf costume handed me a treat. I said I didn’t have time for games. I was wrong. Now I only fly for the real ones.