The wind was blowing harshly as Kuto walked along the beach. He had no idea where he was or how he got there. The last thing he remembered was being in his home in Sint Maarten and then everything went blank. He looked around, trying to get his bearings, when he suddenly heard a voice behind him.
Kuto turned to see a man walking towards him, waving his arms frantically. He didn’t look friendly and Kuto’s first instinct was to run away from him. But something made him stay put and wait for the man to reach him.
“Do you have any idea where we are?” the man asked breathlessly when he reached Kuto. “I can’t seem to find my way back to town.”
Kuto shook his head, just as confused as the other man. “I have no clue,” he replied honestly. “I woke up here just moments ago with no memory of how I got here.”