Turns out being special is a curse. It gets worse when I break down my neighbor’s wall…who has a story of his own…! When I was younger, I hated being normal. Not wanting to be compared to my siblings, all I did was make a childish wish… Then, someone came out of nowhere and handed me…special powers. Yet, these special powers reveal themselves at such random times… How often am I doing damage to this world? “I don’t want to be special! Give me back my normal life!” Alternative   The most ordinary world