"What is your faith?" Little Yichen asked her.
Looking at the moon, Lisa narrowed her eyes and said mockingly, "Faith? I am not of any faith."
As far back as she could remember, her family had been destroyed and she'd been scrounged for a living. She and hundreds of other war orphans, like her, had been taken to Atlanta Island. There was a bloody assassin organization on Atlanta Island. Every year, they would collect war orphans from all over the world, children of all skin colors and ages, boys and girls, and even refugees.
Hundreds of children were locked up in a very large cage. They were given a bowl of rice and a glass of water every day. There were hundreds of children, but only one bowl of rice and one glass of water. Every child was starving. What did this mean?
This meant that even if one wanted to eat just a mouthful of rice, one had to fight hundreds of children for it!
There was only one bowl of rice if one were hungry.
