The sun had set behind the new york institute as Isabelle Lightwood looked up upon hearing the growl of a car engine outside. Today Isabelle had worn a black leather jacket, dark blue jeans, inky black runes standing out on her skin like always. Breathing softly Isabelle stepped outside with a soft smile, her eyes lighting up immediately as she spoke “You came back. You want to come inside? See the institute?" Isabelle asked kindly.