Coby was an eight-year old orphan. He liked living life on the streets better than being crammed in an adoption center, so he kept a low profile. He never really was a talkative person, trying to blend into the background. At night he would take shelter wherever he could, whether that be under a bench or in an alley. The streets weren't exactly the most safest place to be, but it was familiar, and that was all that he needed.
He had developed lightning-fast reflexes, because you have to stay on your toes when you're in the streets. He had a knack for collecting coins, it might do him good one day. One day. One day he spotted a group of kids from the adoption center. The workers were rushing the kids back to the center, and Coby was glad that we would never live a life like that, being bossed around.
One day he ran into a mysterious, bulky man. His entire identity was covered by a thick coat. He said, "Excuse me," and walked off. But Coby's instincts, sharpened by the many years of living on the streets, noticed something was... off. His voice sounded normal enough, but the way he walked... wasn't right. Now, Coby may have had good instincts, but he wasn't exactly the smartest person in the world. So, he made this brilliant conclusion: Follow him.
As we all know, this single decision would probably change his life.
