The steely grey sky blanketed Idris, turning everything to a dreary, washed-up tale. Josephine watched as the sun slowly slid down the sky, taking away all the light and heat. She hadn't minded though, the cold was almost welcome. A squad had been sent out to kill the notorious Sebastian Morgernstern. Her father was part that highly risky crew. With an exasperated sigh, she set off towards the town square, trying to wipe her thoughts clean. It would have done her no good to think about the 'what ifs'. People milled around, despite the late hour. Jose thought of how many Shadowhunters had been dispatched to kill one man, if he was a man at all. How many families are in the same predicament that she was now? Whispers flitted around, people wondering when they were getting back and how many would be dead. Jose shut her eyes against the babble and continued to the steps of the church. The cold of the stone seeped through her jeans, making her shudder. Josephine's mother had dies giving birth to her. Her mother had been addicted to powdered demon's blood, but tried to stop taking it when she found out she was pregnant. She was so weak that she couldn't stand the pain of giving birth. Jose had lived with her father in Idris ever since, and her life was fine. An echoing boom shuddered throughout the square, signalling the return of the Shadowhunters. The whispers turned to shouts as everyone fanned out, leaving space clear for the army to enter. A large group, at least seventy, file into the square, each face one of victory. Josephine scans the crowd, but she can't find her father's face. But that didn't mean anything, right? A severe looking woman who Jose knows to be Mrs. Lightwood stood proudly on a podium.

"Shadowhunters." She addresses the swarm in a booming voice. "We set off to hunt one of the biggest enemies the Clave has ever known. Jonathan Morgernstern, better known as Sebastian, was more demon than he was Shadowhunter, and was treated as thus. We were victorious-" Loud cheers and whoops of pride cut her off, but she waves a hand and silence was restored. "But not without a price. We lost one Shadowhunter in this battle, and he shall be mourned as a hero." He? Surely that can't mean… "Connor Edward Perilshore will be dearly missed."

Jose felt her world shatter.

A golden-haired boy set her father's body down in the middle of the square, a white sheet covering his body. Josephine scrambled off the steps, stumbling until she stood before her father. Pain crashed down of her in waves of agony. Jose collapsed in a pile of shaking limbs. Her hand hovered over her fathers face before she peeled back the sheet. Her father lay cold before her, looking no more dead than asleep.

"What happened to him?" Jose said, barely audible.

"Bullet wound to the back." said the golden-haired boy.

Jose squeezed her eyes shut, letting the tears leak out through the cracks. She leaned forward, burying her head on her father's unmoving chest. A scream bubbled up in her throat, and she felt it escape through her throat. It seemed to take some of the pain with it, so she kept on screaming. Josephine didn't stop screaming until her throat was raw and scratchy. Slowly, as if she was in a trance, Jose stood up. She saw that Shadowhunters had accumulated into a circle around her, many with tears flowing down their cheeks. She pushed past them and they let her go. Jose didn't really have a destination in mind, only away.