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!" Soren shouted before pulling into a parking lot and stopping in the very corner, turning the ignition off.

"What are you doing?" Jadin asked, tilting his head at Soren. "We should get back as soon as possible."

"I need a minute to understand what is happening," Soren said, pressing his temples. "What the hell just happened, Jadin?"

"Hell? Isn't that a bad word mister?" The boy asked, sitting up on Issac's lap and looking at them blankly. "I don't think you should say that, mister."

"Sorry," Soren suddenly went into his professional mode the moment he remembered the kid. "Were you scared?"

"Not at all. It was fun!" The boy said brightly. "I have never been in a car before so this was my first time! I want to ride more!"

"Maybe later," Jadin said, turning to Soren and whispering. "Don't you think he looks familiar?"

Intense