Casper sat cross-legged on the floor, the massive Reaper Handbook spread open in front of him like a cursed instruction manual. Pages fluttered with ominous diagrams, arrows pointing at nothing helpful, and steps that made no logical sense.

He squinted at a section labeled {{“Basic Field Operations.”}} tracing the text with one bony fingertip. The illustrations looked suspiciously like stick figures being chased with a scythe.

He flipped the page. Then flipped it back. Then stared at it as if it personally offended him.

“Why does Step 4 just say reap?” he muttered, eyebrows knitting. “Reap what? Reap where? Reap how? This is worse than assembling a mortal’s bookshelf.”

He held the book up to the dim light, sighing dramatically.

“…I swear they write these things just to watch new reapers suffer.”