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

Good. Issac thought, following the woman down some empty corridors. I know how he looks like too.

When I was talking to the woman at the door and brushed her hand, I saw a glimpse of this place and that boy. The same thing at the gate, I only saw flashes of the boy, no specific memory stuck to it though.

This place is just radiating negative energy to the point that I have not felt this alive in a long, long, long time. It is quite strange if I am to ask myself.

I need to meet that boy, he may have some secrets that I can use. His eyes fell on the man beside him. Of course, I will help the children here too. But … there is something that isn't sitting well with me.

They were more interested in the card from the suit shop that I showed them and then their behaviour changed. Almost like they were treating me like a guest.

Sketchy People