Normal, is a world where you never get enough to eat.
Where you are punished, not because you did wrong, but because you're small and can't defend yourself.
Where something as simple as a broken bone, can mean the end, because there's no one that cares enough to take you to a healer.
Normal, is a world filled with the ruins of once proud cities and vast empty spaces of diseased land, too toxic to support life.
Where the only stability comes from the invaders that now rule the planet.

This is Josshu's normal.
A world in ruin, run by aliens.
Aliens that are the only ones to ever show him kindness or to make sure his belly is filled.
A world of Werewolves and Woolies.