Kuto’s life no. 849
Kuto was in Slovenia when he suddenly realized that his life was filled with terror. He had a grey cyclist cap on his head, and his hair color was dark golden brown. His face was shaved, and he wore a round white sunglasses. He also wore a red Arabic shirt. Kuto felt like he needed to get away from everything and go somewhere safe.
He walked for hours, until he came to a small village near the border of Croatia. Kuto decided to stay there for the night, and rent a room at the only inn in town. The innkeeper told him that there were no rooms available, but Kuto insisted on staying anyway.
The innkeeper finally relented, and gave Kuto a key to one of the upstairs bedrooms. As Kuto climbed the stairs, he could hear strange noises coming from some of the other rooms; it sounded like someone was crying or moaning in pain. When he got to his room, he found that it was completely empty except for a single bed in the middle of the floor.
He walked for hours, until he came to a small village near the border of Croatia. Kuto decided to stay there for the night, and rent a room at the only inn in town. The innkeeper told him that there were no rooms available, but Kuto insisted on staying anyway.
The innkeeper finally relented, and gave Kuto a key to one of the upstairs bedrooms. As Kuto climbed the stairs, he could hear strange noises coming from some of the other rooms; it sounded like someone was crying or moaning in pain. When he got to his room, he found that it was completely empty except for a single bed in the middle of the floor.
