I inherited the broken-down shelter my parents left behind. Every day, I was either wiping the tears from a weepy piano or coaxing a mirror that refused to eat.
Then I came across the mysterious copper box sent by the villain
The pocket watch suddenly grew scorching hot, and every supernatural ability in the shelter fell silent.
My parents' voices came from inside: "If you're hearing this, it means you've begun weaving a paradox..."
The gentle supervisor revealed a knitting needle that could freeze time: "What your parents sealed with their lives was you."
The antique shop owner had a fracture in the star chart in his left eye: "The one they knelt before eighteen years ago was you!"
And now, supernatural abilities spiraling out of control across the globe are bowing down to me:
"We welcome the Child of Paradox, "
So the ultimate weapon the whole world is fighting over...
