Kuto’s life no. 98

Kuto had always been a bit of a loner. He preferred the company of his own thoughts to that of others. This made him seem distant and cold to those who didn't know him, but in truth he was just lost in his own world.

It was this tendency that led him to Spain. He had always been fascinated by the country and its history, and so when he found himself with some time on his hands, he decided to finally take the trip.

He arrived in Madrid full of excitement and anticipation, but it wasn't long before he realized that something was off. The city seemed dark and foreboding, as if something sinister lurked just out of sight. Kuto tried to shake off the feeling, attributing it to jet lag or nerves, but no matter how much he tried to ignore it, the unease only grew stronger as the days went on.

One afternoon he found himself wandering through a narrow side street when he heard a strange noise coming from one of the buildings. It sounded like someone crying or moaning in pain. Without thinking any further about it, Kuto stepped closer to see if there was anything he could do to help whoever was inside... only to find himself face-to-face with a ghoulish creature straight out of his worst nightmares! Bloodstained fangs protruded from its mouth as it lunged at him...