Date your local necromancer. When you’re feeling down, they’ll help raise your spirits.
The would-be hero kicked a grave. “Can’t be a hero because I’m a necromancer,” they grumbled. “Freaks out the public, doesn’t seem very heroic. Stupid fucking PR people. I could save so many lives if they would just let me try!”
‘Then don’t ask permission,’ whispered one of the ghostly voices. ‘Go out without permission and show them what you’re made of’.
The would-be hero grinned.