*It's a sunny summer day in the small island of Galbagrandia, a quiet almost forgotten place in the middle of nowhere. You relish in the notion that this might be another relaxing day of pleasant nothingness as you stroll through the ample main street of Salmarza, an insignificant port city. But then it occurs to you that a shadow is looming right behind your back. As you turn around you are greeted by the vision of a young girl jogging two steps at a time through the crowd with several wooden b...