Kuto was walking along the streets of Saint Martin, thinking about his life and how it was filled with concern. He had a black backward cap on his head, dark brown hair, and a soul patch beard. He was wearing a black bomber jacket and he looked like he didn’t have a care in the world. But Kuto did have cares; he just didn’t show them on the outside.

Kuto’s parents had died when he was young, so he’d been raised by his grandparents. They’d done their best, but they were getting old and couldn’t take care of him anymore. So Kuto had to find a way to support himself; that’s why he turned to crime. It wasn’t something he wanted to do, but it seemed like the only option at the time.

The thing that concerned Kuto most lately was his girlfriend, Mina. She was pregnant and they weren’t married yet; neither of them were ready for that kind of responsibility. Mina wanted to keep the baby though, and Kuto didn’t know what to do about it. He loved her dearly, but raising a child wasn’t something he felt prepared for – not yet anyway.

As Kuto continued walking down the street lost in thought, he didn’t notice the group of men approaching him from behind until it was too late…