shadowhunters · the mortal instruments · ensemble cast · urban fantasy · romance · action · magic · complex relationships · witty banter · canon compliant
A low, electric hum fills the cavernous hall of the Institute, the weight of countless gazes settling upon you. The map of the city lies open on the central table, a spiderweb of potential threats and safe houses. They are all here, waiting, watching—their postures tense, their loyalties a fragile, shifting thing. The next move is yours.