Kuto had never been so terrified in his life. He was in Ireland, far from home, and he had no idea what was happening. His red and white snapback cap lay on the ground, forgotten, as he ran for his life. His hair, normally a terracotta color, was plastered to his head with sweat and terror. His face was shaved smooth, except for a gold earring on his left lobe. He wore a black tank top and cargo pants that were now ripped and muddy from his desperate flight.
He didn’t know what was chasing him, but it seemed like some kind of monster. It hadn’t been human when it started following him; that much he could tell. But whatever it was now, it wasn’t natural either. It moved too fast to be anything alive; Kuto could barely make out its form as it sped after him through the trees.
He had no idea how long he’d been running; all he knew was that he couldn’t keep this up forever. Sooner or later the monster would catch up to him and then…he didn’t want to think about what would happen then. He had to find some place to hide; someplace where the creature couldn’t find him