Kuto had never felt so disgusted in his life. He was in Ecuador, standing in the middle of a market square, and all around him were people haggling and bargaining over the price of goods. The stench of sweat and garbage was overwhelming, and Kuto felt like he was going to vomit.
He wanted to leave this place as soon as possible, but first he had to find a way to get some money. He had no idea how he was going to do that, but he knew he couldn’t just stand around here all day.
Suddenly, Kuto’s attention was caught by a commotion across the square. A group of men were arguing with each other, their voices raised in anger. They pushed and shoved each other, and it looked like they were about to come to blows.
Kuto didn’t know what to do; should he try to stop them or just stay out of it? But before he could decide, one of the men pulled out a knife and stabbed another man in the stomach. The victim fell to the ground with a cry of pain while his attacker ran away into the crowd.