Kuto was always on the lookout for danger. It was a necessary trait to have, living in the slums of Lima, Peru. He had to be careful of pickpockets and muggers looking to take advantage of tourists. But Kuto was no tourist. He was a native Peruvian, and he knew how to defend himself.

One day, as Kuto was walking through the market, he noticed a man following him. The man wasn’t being subtle about it, and Kuto knew that he wasn’t just trying to sell him something. He quickened his pace, but the man followed suit. Just as Kuto was about to turn around and confront his pursuer, he felt a sharp pain in his back.

He reached for his knife, but before he could pull it out, everything went black…