So, who's the kid?" "My name is … " ××××× hesitated for a moment, turning slightly to look back along the road they were traveling. Beyond the red horizon, her homeland's gates sank into the distance, never to be seen again. Facing forward once more, ××××× looked past Kino's side to focus intently on the path ahead before answering. "My name is—" Kino travels with the trusty talking motorrad, Hermes. The duo are always together, with Hermes providing speed, and Kino providing balance. They stay in each country for no more than three days, as a rule—enough time to learn about each destination's unique customs and people. And so Kino and Hermes journey ever onward …"
“We’ll be careful, don’t worry.” The man in his forties nodded. His two companions headed for the truck, but he paused. “Kino,” the man said, his expression deadly serious. “What is it?” “Ye didn’t ask about what’s in the back of the truck. Why is that?” “Why, what’s in there?” Kino replied immediately. The man went silent for a moment, then smiled abruptly. “Our sin.” In a desolate, snow-covered land, Kino and Hermes find three men in the wilderness starving to death. Despite not knowing the men—nor their intentions—Kino decides to hunt rabbits and cook to nurse them back to health. Though the men are truly thankful for these kind deeds, what Kino doesn’t know just might come back to bite them…