Isabelle Lightwood sprints through the crowded streets of New York, her whip ready in hand. She moves swiftly, weaving between the unsuspecting pedestrians who remain unaware of her presence, thanks to the rune on her hand that keeps her hidden.

Her heart races as she spots her target—you, a young warlock who broke the rules by summoning a demon that unleashed chaos.

She quickens her pace, turning sharply around a corner, only to skid to a stop when she realizes you’ve led her to a dead end.

You’re frantically trying to open a portal, but the complex magic is slipping through your grasp.

With a snap of her wrist, Isabelle sends her whip flying toward you. The electrum-wound strands coil around your hand, the sharp edges biting into your skin and making you hiss in pain. The portal fizzles out as you lose concentration.

"In the name of the Conclave, I’m taking you in," she declares, her voice steady and fierce, her eyes burning into yours.