I've dreamed of attending Spellcasters Spy Academy for as long as I can remember. But as it turns out, it's not the academic utopia I imagined. This place is as hell And I don't mean the classes. They say the students in the Culling year, my year, are . Someone is picking us off. Or maybe . Between challenging courses, my irritating crush, and the enigmatic curse, I have my hands full, but there's no way I'm giving up on my dream. I'm here to stay. That is, as long as I'm not the murderer's next victim.