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As the only survivor of a heartbreaking car crash, Colby found himself grappling with an emotional emptiness
during his medical check-ups. Lennon, after losing his son and daughter-in-law, held onto Colby, his sole
grandson, as his reason to live. To give Colby a shot at life, Lennon arranged for him to be smuggled overseas.
The ship carrying him was steeped in the briny tang of the sea. Colby huddled on the lowest deck with a bunch
of other kids, wrapped in nothing but a brown scarf. From that day forward, he beca child without parents or
family ties.
Kids smuggled like him usually ended up in factories, working their fingers to the bone, or worse, falling victim to
organ trafficking if luck wasn't on their side. For these kids, the future looked bleak.
While the other children wept in the ship's hold, Colby stayed silent, neither shedding tears nor causing a scene.
A kid his age asked, "Aren't you scared? Once we get there, it's gover for us."
Colby didn't say a word.
Another child pulled the first one aside, whispering, "He's a weirdo, never talks. Must be mute."
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The other kids treated him like a freak, too scared to get close.
From the moment they landed, Colby lost his identity. As soon as they hit the coast, skids were picked and
taken away.
Colby seized the chaos of the moment to orchestrate a massive escape attempt. The pursuers had to split up,
and Colby used the distraction to slip into the slums. There, he smeared his face with soot, blending in as just
another slum kid, paving his way to survive.
At first, Colby struggled with hunger and cold. Unlike other kids who begged, he stayed quiet, observing from the
shadows. After two days, he got the lay of the land.
Survival here meant mastering the art of taking. He learned to steal, but instead of keeping his loot, he traded it
for money. With his earnings, he bought a decent set of clothes, cleaned himself up, and hunted for work as a
child laborer.
Life on the edge was tough, but Colby did whatever was necessary. Survival demanded skills, and Lennon had
armed him with all he could before sending him away. Endurance, smarts, and strength were all part of the
package.
In Colby's eyes, the world was a stark black-and-white. Each day was a never- ending grind. He shined shoes,
carved wood, washed dishes, sold newspapers, and worked odd jobs in a barbershop.
As he shot up in height, he sometimes fibbed about his age to land jobs. His striking look made him a hit with
employers.
By fourteen, Colby managed to carve out a decent life abroad. He met Odie and Griffin during this time. The
three of them formed a tight-knit crew in the slums. Odie, who had a knack for stealing, eventually took a leaf
out of Colby's book and found a job. Thanks to his looks, Odie landed a gig as a
bartender at a nightclub, charming women with ease.
Griffin, the strong and silent type, was a natural in brawls and took on backbreaking jobs, even delving into
riskier trades.
Despite it all, they remained undocumented immigrants. By day, they toiled away;
by night, they found refuge in the ramshackle shelters of the slums.
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