"Nice meeting you here, my queer friend."
The words were like an avalanche as they entered the ears of dumbstruck Carmen. His palms sweated and moistened the lantern in his hands.
"W-who?"
Carmen asked as the hand of the owner of the voice continued to rest on his shoulder.
He wanted to turn around and check the person behind him, but he has a strange feeling that it wouldn't be the smart thing to do. The feeling was a mixture of dread and warning from the very depths of his existence.
"You can't even identify your friend?" Kiba asked in return.
"I..." Carmen was sure it was the first time he was hearing this voice.
That was to be expected as he has met only Zed and not Kiba. He didn't know it though so he once again started thinking whom the voice belonged to.
A few minutes passed but Carmen made no progress, much to the disappointment of Kiba.
