Kuto’s life no. 557

Kuto had always been a bit of an outsider. He was born with a bowl haircut and rusted red hair, which made him look like he belonged in a different era. He also had a goatee, which only added to his strange appearance. Kuto's clothing was just as strange as his appearance - he always wore a black polo shirt, even though it was usually much too hot for such clothing in Kuwait.

Kuto's life was filled with disdain. He disliked almost everyone and everything around him. The only thing that seemed to bring him any joy was making others miserable. Kuto would often go out of his way to make someone else's life difficult, whether it be by telling them offensive jokes or stealing their belongings.

Despite his best efforts, Kuto could never seem to fit in anywhere. Even among other misfits and outcasts, he felt like an outsider. Everyone could see that Kuto wasn't happy, but no one knew what to do about it.

One day, after yet another failed attempt at fitting in somewhere, Kuto decided that he'd had enough of this world and its people. He walked out into the desert intending never to return - hoping that maybe death would finally bring him the peace that he so desperately craved