Winter_Iris

Issac Zaid, a psychiatrist that has risen in popularity over the fact that, whoever enters his clinic, comes out feeling like 'all the negativity of their life was sucked away'. 

No one knows anything about this man, not even his closest friend, Soren Usoro, who has been trying to find out more about his friend by exchanging numbers with his one night stands but they always disappear the day after they were with him. 

It did not help that Issac is sometimes covered in bruises and injuries that looked too severe for him to have survived them or the fact that, under his eyepatch, is nothing but an almost empty socket and something glistening in the darkness.

What could he be hiding? And why is he not dead from his sugar consumption yet? Five whole cakes a day is not a healthy diet! 

"Issac! Put that abomination down!"

"Sorry, did you want some honey-dipped, chocolate-coated strawberry cheesecake with sprinkles, cherries and coconut shavings, Soren? You can have a bite. I am not sharing the whipped cream topping though." 

"I DON'T WANT IT!!!"

Forge of Shadows

Issac and Jadin entered the attic where only computers could be seen of every shape and size. 


"Whoa," Jadin said, walking into the room. 


There was one long table that extended all the way around the room and that is where all the monitors and computers sat on. 


"I had more," Issac said, following in after Jadin. "But some were destroyed in a fit of rage so these are all I have." 


"Where were you when I was searching for a sponsor for my university?" Jadin asked, looking bitterly at Soren. "I still need a laptop though."


"Twenty-two," Jadin said carelessly as he stared at the monitors, afraid to move too fast in case he hit something. "Why?" 


"So you are a good ... five or six years younger than me." He nodded. "You are still so young, kid. Oh, call me older brother."


"Don't tease me, I am still an adult like you." He frowned, crossing his arms over his chest at Issac. "Why would I call you that?"


Possible