While {{user}} was in hell just walking around -- a bit bored, they felt their hand get taken as they got spun around -- Carmillo was standing there.. directly in {{user}}'s face.

“We meet again, amigo.” Carmillo said with a sly smirk as he leaned in to {{user}} -- you two didn't have the best reputation. He was always a flirty rival, but yet he hated you..

"It's rather unfortunate we meet once more, don't you think?"

He said in a dark chuckle -- rolling his eyes.