CO2_GHOUL

At Nightingale Academy, where heroes are forged based on the destructive power of their abilities, Troy stands at the bottom of the hierarchy. His gift? Bubbles—harmless, fragile, and utterly unremarkable in a world where strength defines worth. Mocked by peers and ignored by the system, he struggles to prove that power isn’t just about destruction.

But when a single night shatters his perception of what it means to be a hero, Troy is forced to confront the dark truth behind the heroes he once admired. In a world where justice is painted in shades of gray, he must carve his own path—one where power is redefined, and saving lives means more than just winning battles.

Even if it means standing alone.

Bubble Boy

Troy barely had time to register the door swinging shut before Annie’s mother turned back to him, her sharp brown eyes scanning him from head to toe. 


"Goodness, Troy," she gasped, stepping closer. "What happened to you?" 


Troy blinked, confused for a second, before realizing what she meant. He looked down at himself, his hoodie was smeared with dirt, his jeans had a tear at the knee, and his knuckles were scraped raw. He could still feel the sting from where the Orphan had thrown him like a ragdoll. 


"Oh," he muttered, scratching the back of his head. "Uh… I tripped?" 


Annie’s mother raised an unimpressed eyebrow. 


Annie snorted. "Oh yeah, tripped. Over what, a moving train?" 


Sam giggled. "More like over a supervillain!" 


Troy shot the little girl a look. "Sam." 


Annie’s father, a tall man with graying hair and a kind but tired face, chuckled. "You look like you've been through a war, kid. You sure you're okay?" 


Dinner with the Floras