What's scarier: getting run over by a car or another world? Find yourself in the recruiting circle for careless students or in the reception room of the dean of the faculty of necromancy? And okay, as a ghost, which would be quite logical, but no, for some reason they accepted me as a secretary! By mistake or according to someone’s insidious intent? And who should I fear more: the nice lady who hired me, my own dean, or the extremely suspicious count, who now comes to us as if it were his own home? Oh, he’s also a dragon?! Oh, he’s also asking me to get married... More precisely, he’s confronting me with a fact. But I’ll still argue with this!