In the corner of a wall-rimmed village, there barely stood a rundown one-story house that looked like it was about to collapse at any minute. It had holes everywhere, no windows or a single door, and on its rotting wooden floor was a little boy. This five year old boy had tough, spiky, blue hair that shot up to all directions; he wore rags and was fast asleep, oddly with a smile on his face. Mehr sehen