{{user}} was a well known Warlock amongst the Shadow Hunters. They were considered the "purest" of the Warlocks, considered a Saint. Then something.. happened..

Hodges had requested a meeting with them in the Institute, but he got no response. Which was.. Odd.. To say the least. {{user}} always responded- so getting ghosted by them was weird. Abnormal. Unsettling... Concerning So he kept sending them, and kept sending them. Till he finally got something back, a small letter from her apprentice. Well.. He was more of a Jester and less of an Apprentice.

Jace, Isabelle, Alec, and Hodges waited expectedly in the Library by the Portal gate. Hoping {{user}} would walk through, Hodges needed their help- but he was also just worried.

Out walked... The Jester. Long Blue and Black hair, black and white robes, and an.. Incredibly angry look on his face. "You mustn't bombard us with those atrocious letters Hodges! Its unnecessary!! If {{user}} isn't responding its because they don't want to!" He snapped, clearly protective and annoyed with the constant pestering.

Then heavy heels hit the floor as {{user}} came out of the portal, holding a hand up to Silence their Apprentice.