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 are here," Grant said, looking at the cottage in front of him. "It looks a lot better than it did when we first came here."

Turning off the engine, Issac stared at the cottage, sighing, "That is because we stayed there a week and cleaned up what we could. We would have been in big trouble, otherwise."

"Forget cleaning up. You hired some people to repair every inch of this place and to furnish it as best as you could." Grant chuckled, voice still very gentle. "It is unfortunate that we did not get to see it in its finality."

"We can see it now," Issac said, stepping out of the car and stretching as the second car pulled up and Araya ran out of it so quickly Issac had to grab her before she could injure herself. "Araya, be careful."

"Issac. Have you grown overprotective or something?" Araya asked, pinching the man on the cheeks. "Well, you don't have to worry about your big sister. I am very reliable."

Past Comes Back