Clary walked into her and Jace's small apartment in a daze. It was empty and dark seeing how Jace was in Madrid which seemed to be invaded by several Achaierai Demons, a lesser demon that looks something like a pterodactyl. Clary was exhausted both mentally and physically, and headed straight towards the bathroom. Clary looked at herself in the mirror her astonishing red hair was matted with mud and leaves and there was dried blood, running from a gash in her cheek down her neck. She leaned wearily against the sink trying to think straight. It was a pretty normal day she was at the Institute training with Isabelle all day, and she left after dinner to deal with an Eidolon demon at the club R.A.V.E. She went alone, covered in runes, to face the Eidolon demon. That's where she made her mistake. She located the demon and lured him into the alley as she passed under a street lamp the Eidolon noticed the telltale rune-lines on her wrists, Clary hadn't realized her sleeves had ridden up. The demon attacked her and took Clary by surprise he managed to throw her across the alley and landed on her side, hard. She winced and stood up, but the Demon was there and pulled a knife on her and held it to her throat. Since Clary was pretty short the demon had to bend over a little off-centering his balance, and Clary kicked him in his leg and as he toppled over he smacked his head on the edge of a dumpster. Clary killed it, but just then a Mundane walked in the alley and saw Clary with blood running down her cheek and her dislocated shoulder the woman ran up to Clary and insisted on taking Clary to the hospital.