You see that chipmunk over there? I've got to make sure it's dead in less than three minutes. Don't make that face—it's my job.
Midnight Smith has a problem. He's a hoodie. Well, almost. He has to go through Death's Academy so he can learn how to snuff out shorties (humans, like you and your friends) and outsmart those pesky halos. Then he'll get his shroud and calling and become a full-fledged Grim Reaper. But to get into Death's Academy, there's a real killer exam . . . and Midnight stinks at exams.
What he doesn't know is that the exam is the least of his worries. When the hoodies and halos go on their yearly retreat, the time is ripe for an old enemy—the diabolical Unicorns—to strike. That leaves Midnight and his friends the only ones to stop the attack . . . and this is something he just can't fail at.
Death's Academy turns convention on its head. Root for the "bad guy" in this delicious twist on good versus evil.