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 stared at the tablet in his hands, pushing his glasses in place from the bridge of the nose, trying to decide if he should read it or not when Soren burst into his room, a towel wrapped around his lower half which was covered in bandages.

"That felt so nice." He said happily as Issac placed the tablet on the table and turned to him.

"After being caked in blood for that long? I should hope so." He remarked as his friend began to rummage through his closet and pulled out a pair of boxers. "Aren't you getting a little too comfortable here?"

"What?" Soren asked, getting dressed. "Am I supposed to ask you or something?"

"No, I am just remarking at how comfortable you are all of a sudden," Issac said, looking at him for an uncomfortable second before turning away.

"What was that for?!" Soren shouted, offended. "Were you measuring me up?"

Problems and Complaints