The Kuto’s life was filled with revulsion. He had seen the things that people did to each other in the name of power, and he wanted no part of it. So he left his home in Colombia and went to live in the jungle, far away from civilization.
He made a small hut for himself and lived off the land, hunting and gathering what he needed to survive. He was content in his simple life, until one day a group of men came crashing through the forest, looking for him.
They were wearing bright yellow ranger hats and aviator gold sunglasses, and they had lumberjack beards. Kuto didn’t know who they were or what they wanted with him, but he knew he didn’t want anything to do with them.