The first burst of morning sun slid in through the window of the new york shadowhunters institute. Isabelle looked out over the building as she saw the doors swing open with a rumbling sound. Her eyes widened as she saw a woman she hadn’t seen in two years. Isabelle gulped as she approached. Today Isabelle had worn a black leather jacket, dark blue jeans. “Daisy? Is that you?” Isabelle breathed out suddenly nervous.