One fine day, while the guild was busy discussing the best strategies to defeat rampaging monsters, there was a knock on the door. A detective, all serious and buttoned-up, barged in like he owned the place. Probably never met card masters before, the poor soul.
"Alright, listen up, you mystical folks. I'm here to investigate a murder case. A kid supposedly committed suicide, but I smell something fishy," said the detective, scanning the room like he was on a crime drama set.
Miles, being Miles, couldn't tolerate the rudeness. He took a deep breath, flexed his muscles (or at least tried to look tough), and delivered a punch that echoed through the guild.
"First rule of the guild: no barging in with attitude. Second rule: definitely no accusing us of weird stuff without a good reason. Got it?" Miles declared, his eyes narrowing at the detective.
