Kuto’s life no. 279

Kuto had always been a bit of an outsider. He was never quite sure why, but he always felt like he didn't quite fit in with the other kids at school. Maybe it was because his family came from the Falkland Islands (Malvinas) and he was one of the only kids with a green cyclist cap. Or maybe it was because his hair color was dark brown and he had an old dutch style beard. Whatever the reason, Kuto always felt like an outsider.

One day, when Kuto was out cycling, he ran into a group of bullies who started picking on him. They pushed him around and took his bike, leaving him stranded in a remote part of town. Kuto walked for hours, trying to find his way home, but eventually gave up and sat down to rest beneath a tree. It wasn't long before night began to fall and Kuto became increasingly aware of strange sounds coming from the darkness surrounding him.

As fear began to grips him, Kuto saw something moving towards him through the trees...something that looked human-like, but with glowing red eyes...