"Dr. Lightwood?" I heard a small voice at the door.
I opened the door and there was a little girl. Her brown hair was in plaits and she had green eyes that were piercing and filled with intelligence. Her face, however, was streaked with tears.
"Please, you have to help me! They are going to kill my grandmother! She is 200 years old! You have to find a way! You can find a way to stop this! Please, help me!" she pleaded.
