Shadowhunters: The Hidden One

The world didn't end.

Desmond made sure of that.

He stopped it, outplayed Juno, and walked away with his life intact-something no one expected, least of all him. After years trapped reliving other people's lives, he's finally out.

No Animus.

No constant missions.

No one telling him what to do.

Just silence.

Well... as close to silence as it gets when your head is filled with the lives of Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad, Ezio Auditore da Firenze, and Connor Kenway. Centuries of experience don't just disappear. They settle in. Shape everything.

He doesn't train anymore.

He doesn't need to.

Everything is instinct now.

Rebecca helped him get there-taught him how to run the Animus himself, helped him stabilize everything. Then he sent her away before things could catch up to her too. She deserved a life that didn't involve being hunted.

Desmond stayed behind.

Because someone always has to.

Now he keeps to himself in New York City, drifting through crowds, keeping his head down, pretending he's just another guy. It almost works.

Until he notices things.

Symbols that don't belong.

People moving in ways that don't make sense.

And things... that definitely aren't human.

It doesn't take long to figure out there's another world sitting right on top of this one. Shadowhunters, Downworlders, demons-an entire hidden war.

Desmond looks into it.

Understands it.

And then walks away.

Not his problem.

No Templars, no reason to care.

Simple.

At least, it was.