Kuto's life was filled with anxiety. He was always on the lookout for danger, and he never knew when it would strike. He had to be prepared for anything, and he never let his guard down. Kuto was always on the run, and he never stopped to rest. He had to keep moving, because if he stopped, he would die. Kuto was a survivor, and he did whatever it took to stay alive.
One day, Kuto found himself in Italy. He didn't know how he got there, but he didn't care. All that mattered was that he was alive. But Kuto's luck ran out when a group of punks spotted him. They were looking for trouble, and they saw Kuto as an easy target