Kuto’s life no. 124

The sun had already disappeared behind the horizon, but the heat lingered in the air. Kuto could feel beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he made his way through the city streets. He had been walking for hours, and his feet ached with every step.

He was tired, hungry, and thirsty, but he didn’t dare stop. He knew that if he did, he would never start moving again. He had to keep going until he reached his destination.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Kuto arrived at the address he had been looking for. It was a small apartment building in a rundown part of town. The door was slightly ajar, and Kuto could hear voices coming from inside.

He pushed the door open and stepped into the apartment cautiously. There were two men inside; both were armed with handguns. They looked up at him in surprise when he entered.

Kuto’s life no. 932

Kuto awoke to the sound of birds chirping outside his window. It was a beautiful day, but Kuto couldn’t enjoy it. He was too wrapped up in his own sadness. All he could think about was how unfair life seemed to be.

Kuto had always been dealt a difficult hand in life. He was born into a poor family in the Republic of Korea and never had much growing up. Even now as an adult, Kuto struggled to make ends meet. To make matters worse, his wife had recently passed away, leaving him completely alone in the world.

The only thing that gave Kuto any joy anymore was his pompadour haircut. He took great pride in his appearance and spent hours each day styling his hair just so. It brought him some small measure of happiness to know that he looked good, even if everything else in his life felt like it was falling apart