You could swear that you hear the ominous cawing of crows as walked through the guarded doors of the skyscraper. When you'd responded to the job AD on craigslist, this was the last thing that you were expecting. It asked for, as best as you could remember, someone who could turn around a little bad publicity. Little was stretching it, especially if this is the place that you've been seeing in the news the last couple of months. This was going to take every skill that you had learned in the four years that you'd spent studying. And now you know why they'd hired an inexperienced fresh out of college PR advisor such as yourself: the cause is hopeless.

The lobby is vast; you've never been inside one of these high-class buildings in which you're sure are hundreds of employees. You've only ever worked for your neighbour in promoting his bakery. You've never seen so many suited up people; they look like they've got somewhere all the time. You clearly stand out, especially with your slow and unsure walk up to the information desk.

The secretary is on the phone. Your eyes flicker back and forth along the company's logo hanging above the desk. You're reconsidering; you'd taken this job because you had no other choice but now that you're faced with the reality of it, you're not so sure anymore. And you decided to leave. You're turning on the balls of your feet when the secretary hangs up the phone and turns to you.

"Welcome to LexCorp. What can I do for you?"

And you're stuck. You know you are, but you've come this far and so you might as well stick it out. So you curl your lips into a quick smile and nod.

"Yeah, I start working here today. I'm the new PR advisor. I'm here to help!" But how can anyone be brought back from killing a God?