**August 25, 5554**
Hapilan, the poorest district in the Philippines, is infamously known as the "trash district." Little did anyone know that a boy living there would one day shake the entire world.
"Hey Leo, come here, you piece of trash!" Zel, the leader of the children and a nine-year-old boy, shouted at Leo, a six-year-old who was often bullied by Zel's group.
"Agh... it hurts..." Leo groaned as he was kicked to the ground, a helpless and poor creature who knew nothing but suffering.
"Hey, you kids! Stop that right now!" someone yelled. The kids, wearing tattered clothes, scattered and ran away.
A middle-aged woman hurried over to Leo, helping him up. "Hey Leo, are you okay?" she asked.
"Y...yeah, Aunt..." Leo started to respond but lost consciousness before he could finish his sentence.
**The Next Day**
Hi, I'm Leo. I was always bullied by Zel's group. I don't know why they did it, but I think they hated me.
"I can't even play outside," Leo muttered sadly. Unable to bear it any longer, he started looking for something to play with.
He searched the entire dilapidated house but found nothing. An idea struck him, and he headed to his aunt's room. He slowly opened the door, puzzled by how clean it was despite the rest of the house being in shambles.
Ignoring the peculiarity, Leo began searching through the room. He looked in the cabinet, on the table, and even under the bed, but found nothing. Then, he had another idea and searched under the bed again. This time, he discovered a strange box. He tried to open it, but it was locked with a strange mark.