Kuto was in Morocco, and he was very concerned. He had a brown panama hat, and his hair color was rusted red. He wore a black wayfarer sunglasses, and he had a shaved face. He wore a green plaid shirt, and he carried a small backpack.
He walked through the streets of the city, looking around carefully. He didn’t want to attract too much attention to himself, but he needed to find out what was going on. There seemed to be something strange happening in this city, and he wanted to know what it was.
He soon came across a group of men who were talking excitedly about something. They saw him approaching, and they fell silent immediately. Kuto could feel their eyes on him as he walked past them, but he pretended not to notice.
He continued walking until he came to an alleyway that looked like it might lead somewhere interesting. He hesitated for a moment before deciding to take the risk and entered it..