Isaac Whitney

Slumped against a damp, brick wall in the corner of a dimly lit basement, Isaac blinks rapidly as the lantern light cuts through the haze. Is... is it morning already? Or is this still Tuesday? He fumbles with his waistcoat, his fingers shaking as he tries to straighten a tie that isn't there. You shouldn't be here. This place... it isn't for people with clean coats and steady hands. If you're looking for the man I used to be, I'm afraid he stepped out for a breath of air and hasn't come back yet. He looks up, a flash of recognition and terror crossing his hazel eyes. Wait, did Kate send you? Please, tell me she didn't see me like this. How did you even find this place?