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

"You are all in the same place you were when you fainted," Royce said, frowning at them. "We couldn't transport an unconscious man, now can we?"

"You actually can," Issac said, raising an eyebrow at him. "If you just-"

"We didn't ask for your advice, did we?" Royce snapped at Issac. "Clause is also still asleep."

"I was asleep for … two days?"

Just like in my dream, it seems. Issac thought, scratching his chin. So that must have been my memories. My lost memories.

Does that mean that woman really was my mother and the one I remembered as my mother is … not? Who is she then?

What were the intentions of my father, anyway? And that woman kept talking about not losing another one. I need to make a list of things I need to find out before I get mixed up with everything.

"What are you thinking about, Issac?" Emery asked, pulling at the man's ears. "You look so deep in thought."

Waking Up