Kuto was in Djibouti, and he was very alert. He had a green cyclist cap on, and his hair color was light blonde. His face was shaved, and he wore a green tank top. He saw something in the distance that looked like a person on a bicycle. He started to pedal faster to get closer to them. As he got closer, he could see that it was indeed a person on a bicycle. They were wearing all black and had their face covered with a scarf so that only their eyes were visible. Kuto pedaled even faster until he caught up to the person. “Hello,” he said breathlessly as he came to stop next to them. The person looked at him for a moment before they spoke. “Hi,” they said finally, their voice muffled by the scarf covering their mouth.”Do you need any help?” Kuto asked after a few moments of silence passed between them.”No thank you,” the person replied before starting to pedal away again.”Wait!” Kuto called out after them but they didn’t stop or look back.”Are you sure you don’t need any help?” Kuto yelled as they continued to ride away from him into the distance.”I’m sure!” The person called back just before they disappeared from view entirely..