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

The city streets were quiet at night, but not empty. 


A class B villain, a bulky guy in a black jacket and metal gauntlets, was currently smashing his way into a jewelry store. The alarm blared, but the guy didn’t care. His fists glowed with kinetic energy, and every punch sent glass and metal flying. 


From a rooftop across the street, Bubble Boy and his new "team" watched. 


Jackson—Inferno—grinned. "Perfect. Our first real villain. This is gonna be fun." 


Emily—Psion—crossed her arms. "We should make an entrance. Get people talking." 


Carter—Umbra—nodded. "Yeah, we need a signature." 


Jackson smirked. "A message. Something that says we’re here." He pulled out his phone, hit record, and pointed the camera at Troy. "Say something cool." 


Troy stared at the phone. "Uh—what?" 


Jackson rolled his eyes. "Come on, man. First night on the job. Introduce us!" 


The First Hunt