Class would be different this semester. Clara was going to be sure of that. Her new life at Crossedlake made her feel happier and more at home than anywhere else, regardless of the tragedies that had happened. Although she felt strange after her encounter with the god of another realm, she still felt confident and ready for anything. Her confidence was knocked down a peg when she was thrust into the path of death on her first day of school, barely surviving thanks to a strange creature she promptly forgot about when she returned to the real world. Choosing necromancy as your specialization wasn't a light decision, and she would find that out quickly. The path of death was terrifying and unforgiving, but nothing Clara couldn't handle. With Mrs. Omega teaching her, she quickly learned the ropes and became comfortable on the path. As comfortable as one can get in a world of death and the undead, anyway. Clara was strong and adaptable, and with her friends by her side, she felt like she could handle anything thrown at her. However, life has a funny way of going off the rails at a moment's notice. When the sixth stranger calls upon her much sooner than she expected to complete her promise, she's horrified by the request and determined to find a way out of it.