Kuto had always been a bit of a mystery. No one knew where he came from or how old he was. He was just always there, in the background, watching and waiting.
One day, Kuto decided it was time to take action. He packed up his few belongings and set off for Timor-Leste, a country that was teeming with political unrest.
As soon as Kuto arrived in Timor-Leste, he could sense that something was wrong. The air felt charged with tension and the people looked nervous and on edge. Kuto quickly realized that he had made a mistake coming to this country; it was far too dangerous for him here.
But before he could turn around and leave, Kuto heard shouting coming from down the street. A group of men were arguing loudly and it sounded like they were about to come to blows.