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 waited for the boy to climb up the stairs before closing the opening after him.

"Oh? You brought the boy out." Grant said walking to them. "What is your name by the way?"

"Raymond." The boy said, looking around the room intently. "Wow. You guys have a pretty set up here."

"I do like how casual you all are," Zadie said, turning from her monitors to the boy, the two making eye contact as the tension thickened immediately. "Raymond. You-"

Before Zadie could continue, Issac made eye contact with her, shaking his head in disagreement.

Sighing, she turned from the boy to the monitors again, "Never mind."

Raymond looked from the woman to Issac, confusion written all over his face, "What just happened?"

"Who knows?" Issac said, shrugging before tuning to Grant. "Are the others ready?"

The Dead Remain Dead