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

Everyone in the room fell silent as they stared at the sleeping woman, trying to process everything she said, including the other things that the others said as well.

"This is heavy," Zadie said, shaking her head as she pressed her temples. "What time it is even?"

"1:23 a.m." Grant said, looking at the clock on the wall, "I think we should all try to go to sleep for the time being and see if we should talk about this tomorrow."

"Do you think we will be able to sleep?" Emery asked, looking at the man in the eyes. "With all that was revealed to us?"

"No." He said honestly. "But that does not mean we should not try. We are still humans, normal or otherwise, we need to try and sleep so that our brains will be able to rest."

"If our brains are the active ones, do you think we will be able to do that?" Emery asked again, leaning back on the sofa, pressing his temples. "How about this? Can we all sleep here? In the living room?"

Happiness