This is how you live - you live in your hometown with your grandmother. You play the flute, hear the voices of the dead, see ghosts and know no grief. Suddenly... like a bolt from the blue! A stranger appears and takes you away to God knows where... In the Academy of Death, everything is upside down - the rector does not give way, the statue of Death smiles inappropriately, from some masters it is time to run without looking back to the crypts - the wights are even friendlier! Also this mysterious guy with tattoos on his palms... I can’t figure out this mystery alone - the Oracle’s arcana didn’t help either, they only confused everything further.