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

"We have been at this for a while, haven't we?" Clause asked, looking at Emery who was yawning for the fiftieth time in the past minute. "Are you sleepy?"

"What?? Who told you that?" Emery asked, looking around the tiny, cramped room they were in.

"How long are we going to have to walk around not finding anything important?" Emery complained, pacing around the hallway impatiently. "We have looked at fifteen whole buildings already."

"Well, what did you expect?" Clause asked, sitting on the ground. "This place is huge and most of them are still awake, even though it is nighttime. Do they never rest?"

"I wondered about that," Issac said, standing in front of the two. "We covered more than half of the area already. Everything is starting to narrow down.

Silly Arguement