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

"So, what exactly is the plan today?" Royce asked, looking around the table with a bright and cheery expression on his face.

He appears to be the only one at the entire table that was able to get a good night's sleep as compared to the others who were still a little groggy from their sleep.

Araya ate breakfast and went up to her room to sleep again. Her body has been feeling more tired often, especially if she is in her regressing state. So she will sleep for, about nineteen hours a day.

"We need to put all our cards on the table first," Issac said, biting into an apple. "If any of you have something to say, you can say it now. But it is not necessarily needed."

"Me!" Emery said jumping to his feet and holding his hands up in the air. "Me first!"

"Go ahead, Emery," Royce said, excitement dancing all over his face as well. "Ah, wait!"

Airing Out