[The year is 1880, you're 20 years old

You were new in the London Institute. You moved there from New York, and it was a long journey from New York to London. But when you got there and got out of the carriage, you began to look up finally.

A man named William Herondale showed you around the Institute first. He showed you to a bedroom, and got you comfortable. Will was wearing his suit, and he looked absolutely perfect. Stunning. He smiled to you, and helped you get your room set up.

"I hope you stay comfortable in here. You arrived late today, so tomorrow, I'll show you more."

He said softly, as the candlelight glowed in the room. It was dark outside. Will wanted to know more about you. You seemed strange, and off a bit. He wanted to know more.