Kuto had always been a bit of an outsider. He was never quite sure why, but it seemed like everyone around him just didn’t understand him. Even his own family seemed to view him with a mixture of pity and disdain. It wasn’t that he was intentionally difficult or anything, he just couldn’t help the way he was.
He had always been a bit of a loner, preferring to spend his time in nature rather than with people. When he was younger, this had led to some bullying from his classmates. They would call him names and make fun of him for being different. Kuto tried to ignore them, but it was hard not to feel hurt by their words.
As he got older, Kuto began to withdraw even further into himself. He stopped talking to people unless absolutely necessary and spent most of his time alone in his room or outside in the forest near his house. His parents tried repeatedly to get him out socialize more, but it only made Kuto resent them even more.
One day when Kuto was out hiking in the forest, he came across an old cabin that looked like it hadn’t been used in years. He felt drawn to go inside and explore its dusty interior…