Kuto’s life no. 169

Kuto had always been a sad creature. Born in the slums of Malaysia, he had never known anything but hardship and misery. His parents had died when he was young, leaving him to fend for himself. He soon learned that the only way to survive was to steal and beg for food. He grew up fast, learning how to be stealthy and quick-witted. He also learned how to fight, as there were often other kids who would try to take what little he had managed to scrounge up.

As Kuto grew older, his despair deepened. He began to see the futility of his existence; living hand-to-mouth on the streets, constantly looking over his shoulder for someone who would do him harm. One day, he decided that enough was enough; he couldn't go on like this any longer. That night, he took a knife from one of his sleeping victim's homes and slit his own throat
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