Everyone in this world is lucky enough to be born with abilities, but not Felix. No, he did have one, but it poisoned every minute of his existence. ‘Why didn't I get the ability to talk to beetles, like that weirdo from Carriage Street?’ Such thoughts had not crossed Felix's mind for twenty years. Now he only sighs occasionally when another charred fly lands on his shoulder. Apart from these minor annoyances, life in the huge clock tower was peaceful, and it seemed as if nothing could disturb its usual course...
Developed during Chapel Jam 2.