Kuto was born in Belarus, in the middle of a large forest. When he was younger, his parents were killed by a pack of wild dogs. Kuto was left to fend for himself and soon learned how to survive in the forest on his own. He became an expert hunter and tracker, and over time developed a deep hatred for all animals – even those that weren’t dangerous.
As Kuto grew older, his hatred only grew stronger. He began to take out his frustration on anything that crossed his path – trees, bushes, rocks…anything that got in his way felt the brunt of his anger. Over time, people started to avoid him; they called him ‘the madman of the woods’ and gave him a wide berth whenever they saw him coming. Even children stopped playing near the edge of the forest when Kuto was around.
One day, after years of living alone in the woods, Kuto came across a group of hunters who had strayed too far into his territory. In a fit of rage, he killed them all – tearing them limb from limb with his bare hands. It wasn’t until afterwards that he realized what he had done; but by then it was too late…he had enjoyed it too much. The taste of blood only made him want more..