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

After Issac made the payment, they gave the boxes of the suits to them, stacked up to a pile.

"Are you sure you don't want us to deliver it to your hotel room or to your car?" The store clerk asked, looking at the pile.

"I am sure," Issac said, sitting down on the couch. "We are waiting for someone, is it ok if we waited here for him?"

"Sure. Stay as long as you like." The man said, handing Issac a black card with words in the middle. "You are now our premium member."

"Premium?" Issac stared at the card, gold embossed letters of the store name were at the front and back. "What does that mean?"

"It means you have special privileges in this store and our other branches all over the world." The man explained calmly. "You can get accessed to premium things."

"Premium things?" Issac turned the card over, his eye-widening when he saw what was written there before he turned to the clerk who gave him a knowing smile.

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