Trouble began when they least expected it. I was sure I’d finished school at the Academy of Deaths. But my thesis project—right during the defense—rose from the dead and ran away! And now, to become a certified Death, I not only need to put my work back where it belongs, but also tear the hands off the one who gave it legs—cheeky, unbearable self-taught necromancer. Then I have to track down a mysterious corporation that promises people immortality. And to top it all off, I need to figure out what Master Death—rider of the Apocalypse and, conveniently, the rector of the Academy—is really after. And if, in the process, I end up having to repeat the year, and between classes and exams save the world, I won’t refuse. A steady life, calmness, and diligent studying? That’s exactly what I don’t have… I don’t have that, I don’t have it at all…