Kuto was always a nervous person. He never felt quite at ease, no matter where he was or what he was doing. Even when he was just riding his bike around town, he felt like something could happen to him at any moment. So it’s no surprise that when Kuto found himself in Romania, alone and without any real plan, he quickly began to feel anxious.

He tried to tell himself that there was nothing to be worried about; after all, he had been through worse before. But the more he tried to calm down, the more his mind ran wild with possibilities of what could go wrong. What if he got lost? What if someone stole his bike? What if he ran into a group of hostile locals?

As the days went on and Kuto continued to explore Romania, his anxiety only grew worse. He started seeing danger everywhere – in the dark alleyways, in the leering faces of passersby, even in the clouds overhead. His sleeping became fitful and plagued by nightmares, and during waking hours he was constantly jumpy and on edge.