The day inclined to the evening. The moon rose and the stars shone. A quiet day in Alicante came to an end. The large wooden door of one of a library opened and a tall, young woman stepped out. She was slim, had dark red hair and deep green eyes. In her arms she held two books that she stowed in her shoulder bag. She waved goodbye to the librarian and made her way home. The lanterns illuminated the almost empty streets. It was not as quiet as here in the human world or as they were called here: Mundanes. Almost every day, Shadowhunters are confronted with demon attacks. But not only attacks by demons are a burden to them, but also those of the downworlders. Only last week there were at least seven murders in which downworlders were involved. This spreads terror in every house and institute. From day to day there are more and more, but unfortunately there are not enough Shadowhunters to take care of it. Although the Clave had convened several meetings, nothing came out of it. Just like every week. The young woman walked past an information board. A piece of paper was attached to it. It was new. She knew that because she walked past this board every evening and every evening there was the same unimportant stuff on it. But not this time. She flew over the note. It invited to a meeting. In short: They were looking for members for an organisation that would protest against the political situation and ensure peace again. Peace. They haven't heard this word for a long time. She read everything again, took the note from the information board and put it in her shoulder bag. Then she set out again. The young woman stopped in front of a small house. In her bag, she rummaged for the front door key, pulled it out and opened the door. After entering the house, she hung her jacket on a clothes rack and sat down on the sofa. She put her bag next to her. She brushed a red strand of hair from her face and pulled the note out of her bag. This was the place, date and time of the meeting. What would she do?