Kuto’s life was filled with revulsion. Every day, he would wake up and see the same thing: his black backpack cap, his carrot hair color, his shaved face. He hated it. He hated everything about himself.
But then one day, something changed. Kuto woke up and saw that he was in Bahrain. He didn’t know how or why he had gotten there, but he didn’t care. All that mattered was that he was finally away from himself.
For the first time in his life, Kuto felt happy. He felt like he belonged somewhere. And best of all, nobody knew him or anything about him back home. He could start fresh here and be whoever he wanted to be
