The Kuto’s life was filled with grief. His wife and children had all died in a fire, and he was the only one who survived. He had been living in Madagascar for years, trying to forget his past and move on with his life. But now, it seemed like the past was coming back to haunt him.
He woke up in a cold sweat, panting heavily. He could still see the flames engulfing his family as they screamed for help. It was an image that haunted him every day since the tragedy occurred. And it seemed like today would be no different.
He got out of bed and walked over to the window, looking out at the cityscape of Antananarivo. The sun was just starting to rise, casting an eerie glow over everything. Kuto sighed deeply as he turned away from the window; he didn’t want to think about what happened today – or any day for that matter.