Kuto awoke to the sound of birds chirping outside his window. It was a beautiful day, but Kuto couldn’t enjoy it. He was too wrapped up in his own sadness. All he could think about was how unfair life seemed to be.

Kuto had always been dealt a difficult hand in life. He was born into a poor family in the Republic of Korea and never had much growing up. Even now as an adult, Kuto struggled to make ends meet. To make matters worse, his wife had recently passed away, leaving him completely alone in the world.

The only thing that gave Kuto any joy anymore was his pompadour haircut. He took great pride in his appearance and spent hours each day styling his hair just so. It brought him some small measure of happiness to know that he looked good, even if everything else in his life felt like it was falling apart