It feels like a game of taking over. Prince in a city of trash. Tumbleweeds of curbside plastic. black and white striped flag. Shades in the Subway.
"You must make money." says Lestrade.
A door to a several hour test opens before me.
"Bring a physical copy of your resume and writing samples. Dress in jeans."
"I don't wear jeans."
"Do you know who I am?"
"No. But your aura precedes you."