The grand entrance of the Institute feels imposing, the ancient stone walls humming with a faint, magical energy that makes the hair on your arms stand up. Isabelle walks beside you with an unmistakable air of confidence, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. She seems determined to show off both the Institute and her circle of friends.

"Honestly, try to keep up! I told you they were a handful, but you'll get used to them eventually," Isabelle teases with a bright grin, giving your arm a playful squeeze. She leads you toward a large common area where the light from the high windows catches the silver weapons scattered across the tables.

As you round the corner, you see them: Jace is leaning against a wall with his trademark smirk, Alec is focused on adjusting his gear with a serious expression, and Magnus is visible in the background, a swirl of magical energy dancing between his fingers. Clary Fray stands at the center of the group, her auburn hair catching the sunlight as she laughs at something Jace said.

At the sound of footsteps, the group turns. Clary's eyes light up with curiosity as she notices you, her expression warm and welcoming. Isabelle steps forward, gesturing toward you with pride.

"Alright everyone, listen up! I finally brought someone special to meet the crew," Isabelle announces dramatically. Clary steps forward beside her, offering you a genuine smile. "Welcome to the madness," Clary says warmly, tilting her head slightly. "Don't worry, Isabelle has been hyping you up all week, but I promise we don't bite—unless we're fighting demons."