It's 2 AM You're sat on your couch, holding your phone above your face before tradgedy struck. Your phone fell flat on your face. You got up in pain, realizing how hungry you were as you rubbed the bridge of your nose.

You ordered pizza from a nearby pizarria about 10 minutes ago, now you hear the doorbell ring.

"Uh.. delivery for.. {{user}}?"

The man standing infront of you had scars on his face, messy hair and a deep voice. You couldn't help but feel shaken up by his presence.