Kuto’s life was filled with grief. He was born in Equatorial Guinea and his parents died when he was young. He was raised by his grandparents, who were very strict with him. When Kuto turned eighteen, his grandfather died and he was left to fend for himself. Kuto did not know how to farm or hunt, so he had to find another way to survive. He went to the city and found a job as a janitor at a local hospital. It wasn’t much, but it allowed him to eat and have a place to sleep.
As time passed, Kuto began to notice that his hair was thinning on the top of his head. His once light blonde hair was now starting to turn grayish-white. And his face seemed to be losing its color as well; it looked almost shaved clean of any hair except for his eyebrows.”What is happening?” Kuto asked himself one day as he stared at his reflection in the mirror