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

"Araya?" Issac picked up the call, trying his best to sound more energetic than he felt. "What's up?"

"Don't 'what's up' me." She shouted into the phone. "Something is wrong, isn't it, Issac?"

"What makes you think that?" Issac asked, trying to dismiss her worry. "I am fine."

"We are siblings. I know when you are sick, Issac." Araya scolded into the phone. "Father made sure we would be able to tell that about each other and right now. I know you are exhausted beyond belief."

"I can never keep anything from you, can I?" Issac chuckled.

"Yes, but it works both ways." Araya sighed. "What did you do?"

"I am not too sure," Issac said, leaning back against the back of the chair. "But I did something and now I am like this. I don't think I even have the strength to stand on my own."

"We are going to have a talk when you get back." She hissed. "You are gone just one day and this happened? What is wrong with you?"

Tired