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 really do not need to do this," Raymond mumbled, looking at Issac and the twins, holding up different styles of shirts in front of him.

"What do you think?" Emery asked, holding up a black shirt with a skeleton dressed in a clown costume on it.

"Your taste is a little bit …" Clause said, looking at the shirt that Emery held up. "Do you really think things like this is something for Raymond?"

"Big brother Raymond looks so similar to dad, so he will look good no matter what he wears," Emery said, holding the shirt up still. "Don't you think so, dad?"

"I don't wear things like that, so I wouldn't know. But it might look good on him." Issac said, looking at the shirt in front of Raymond, who attempted to hide his face from every one, with his hands.

"Right? Do I have good taste or not?" Emery said proudly as the other two nodded in agreement while Raymond stared at them with an annoyed expression on his face.

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