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

Walking to the basement, Issac met up with Zadie who was waiting for him with a HUGE mug of coffee, still looking as fresh as ever.

"Hello." She said, taking a sip from her cup. "We really need to cut down on these night expeditions. It is not good for my health, especially not the kids."

"I don't think that will be a problem anymore." He said, yawning. "After all, that entire factory burst into flames. I saw the news."

Walking to the monitors in front of Zadie, Issac looked at the one focused on the boy trying to break out of the cell as best as he could only to keep struggling.

"He woke up only a few minutes ago and has been struggling like that for a while." She said, taking another sip of her coffee before placing it on the table in front of him. "I think he does realise that the more he struggles, the more the chains bind around him."

Awake