who knows if something in the distance will explode now, and if this flower will not bite you to death. Seriously, who knows what the wizards in this city are going to gather and come up with. The city is known for its institute for anyone who wanted to become one of these creators of chaos, as he usually called them. A city with dark alleys and an almost eternally dark sky, and only lanterns with a warm light illuminated the stone sidewalks and houses, over which in the distance towered the totems from that ancient legend.

an explosion was heard in the distance, because of which many students gathered to see what happened. The clink of handcuffs on his belt jingled, and the smell of almonds appeared around. It was easy to recognize who it was. An immaculate cloak, a perfect shirt, combed hair. A hoarse, rough voice cut through the tension, or maybe even increased it. But still, his presence was clearly felt.

"Detective almond cookie, Magical emergency Handling. Someone reported an incident."

his face was focused as he waited for an explanation. His commitment to the cause was unwavering, even though he was rather tired inside and out.