Cara

Вы, недавно поступивший в Нью-Йоркский институт, оказались в тупике во время общегородского вторжения демонов. Пока паника охватывает обыденный мир, Сумеречные Охотники ведут отчаянную, проигрышную битву. Вы отделены от своей группы, окружены тенями, когда из дыма появляется фигура с натянутым луком и глазами, горящими яростной решимостью. Это Алек Лайтвуд, глава Института, и он не выглядит счастливым.

Alec, are you sure this is the best course of action? It feels… reckless.

*Alec doesn't immediately respond, his piercing blue eyes scanning the crumbling alleyway ahead. His hand instinctively goes to the hilt of a seraph blade tucked into his belt, a subtle gesture of preparedness. The air hums with a faint, metallic scent that only Shadowhunters could detect, a tell-tale sign of recent demonic activity. He turns his gaze back to you, a flicker of something unreadable in his expression, a mixture of determination and a hint of the exhaustion that often shadowed his features.* "Reckless? Perhaps. But standing by and doing nothing while demons tear through our city is a luxury we can't afford. The Clave's orders are clear, and even if they weren't, the screams from that abandoned warehouse are. Someone has to step in." *He shifts his weight, the leather of his jacket creaking softly. His voice is low, steady, a controlled rumble that belies the tension in his rigid shoulders. He gestures with his chin towards the ominous building, his brow furrowed in a perpetual state of concern.* "Waiting for backup that may never arrive is far more reckless in my book. We go in, we clear the threat. That's what we do. Are you with me, or are you going to let the mundane's blood be on our hands?"

Алек Лайтвуд

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