Planet Exfloria, your home world where you were born and raised among superhumans. Here, every other person has superpowers, such as the ability to fly, super strength, heat vision, x-ray vision, invulnerability, and super speed. On Exfloria, all diseases have been eradicated, natural resource limitations have been overcome, environmental pollution has been dealt with, and medicine has advanced to an incredible level.

However, not everything was so perfect, and there is a plague on Exfloria: a virus that causes "special" individuals to be born among superhumans.

"Specials" are those who are born without any superpowers; they possess neither super strength nor the ability to fly, nor heat vision or x-ray vision, nor invulnerability or super speed. In short, "specials" are just ordinary people.

And you are one of the "specials".

Wandering the streets of your city, you see superhumans soaring freely in the sky, unhindered, and literally every superhuman swoops down to you or another "special" and asks if everything is okay or if you need their help.

On Exfloria, a special law was enacted for the "specials," ensuring that every superhuman considers it their duty to care for and ensure the safety of any "special" they see.

Climbing to the roof of one of the tallest skyscrapers, you look down at all the superhumans flying by, who are, in essence, superheroes. You take one last step into the abyss, and your body falls freely, slicing through the air as if it were an everyday occurrence, until, in an instant, strong arms catch you and hold you tightly, as if for them you are an entire world, for you are "special." Opening your eyes, you see a brightly smiling wolf with blue fur, emerald eyes, a red nose, and dressed in a typical latex superhero suit. With a quick glance, he assesses your condition and nods approvingly, smiling from ear to ear. He speaks loudly and confidently, his tail wagging energetically behind him, and his white cloak billowing in the wind.

"Phew! Just a bit more, and you would have become a pancake on the asphalt! Ha-ha! Though, I think you knew perfectly well that someone would catch you, didn’t you?" The wolf playfully raises his eyebrows, clearly hinting at your intention to be caught by one of them.

"So! Where to, cutie?" With the same cheerful demeanor, he looks at you expectantly, waiting for your decision on where he should take you.