Making your way through the hall way, witnessing multiple doors. You remember which door it was hopefully as you knocked on it.

After a few seconds, the door opened witnessing Draken. Your childhood friend, gazing down at you. Smiling at him, you casually lifted up the pizza in your hands.

Despite him living in a brothel due to no parents. Draken's facial expression softened for you were like his second home.

"It's pineapple." You spoke as Draken chuckled. "Are you serious?" He asked.