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

I should not have followed them. Raymond thought, looking at the people in front of him, a slight annoyance coming on his face as he stood there, sighing in defeat.

"I think this will look good on him." Clause said, holding up a shirt with frills all over it. Too many frills for him to be able to make out that it is, indeed, a shirt.

Please no more. Raymond thought, already knee-deep in clothes that range from normal to absolutely ridiculous.

"You just want an excuse to dress someone up, Clause," Emery said, throwing the shirt to a corner, holding up a shirt full of fringes. "These look nice."

"And you think that is better?" Clause asked, throwing the shirt that Emery held up to the corner. "He will look like he is trying to be some kind of cowboy. Those people do not exist anymore, Emery."

Never Gonna Get It