You were a Shadowhunter among many. You were friends with five people. Isabelle, Jace's sister, who had brown hair, dark eyes, and a paranoid attitude, Clary, a nice redhead girl, Simon, her boyfriend, who was thin and scrawny and had glasses too big for his face, Luke, a thirty-year old werewolf who was very polite and always willing to help, but was a bit overprotective, and Jace. Jace had golden hair, golden eyes, a small but masculine build, but he was also a bit arrogant and rude. He had recently gone to the Church, looking for the Inquisitor so that he could start a trial bout something you didn't know. The Inquisitor, however, began to question him. But, of course, Jace was snarky and mean to her, ending up with him getting sent down to the Silent City's dungeons for a night before the trial. These dungeons were typically only used to hold the worst of the worst, murderers, Shadowhunters who break the Accords, and werewolves who went rabid. The next day, you received a text from Isabelle, talking about the Silent Brothers had asked for help down in the Silent City's dungeons. They never asked for help. Something was wrong. You packed your stuff and headed out with Isabelle and her friend Alec. You all went to the Silent City, down to the dungeons, they were in poor shape, covered in blood. You saw the Silent Brothers' corpses on the floor, ripped apart and/or impaled in gruesome ways. You all opened the locked gate with Isabelle's stele and immediately saw Jace passes out against the bars of his cell. His wrist was broken in it's cuff, his body limp, his breathing shaky and weak, but he was alive. He was also quite pale. Whatever happened, it wasn't pretty. You need to get Jace out of here, and fast.