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.