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 night air was still, the city lights reflecting off the towering skyscrapers above. Trigon Labs stood in the heart of an industrial district, a massive facility surrounded by high walls and patrolled by armed guards. From a distance, it looked impenetrable. 


But Troy and Jace weren’t coming in through the front door. 


Dressed in black, they moved like shadows across the rooftops, stopping near an air vent on the building’s side. Jace pulled out a small device, pressing it against the lock. A faint hum filled the air before a soft click signaled their way in. 


“Alright, we’re in,” Jace whispered, slipping inside first. Troy followed, dropping into the cool metal ducts. The space was tight, forcing them to move carefully as they navigated through the labyrinth of vents. 


Jace’s voice came through the earpiece. “Security’s heavy. Motion sensors, thermal cameras… stay low, stay quiet.” 


Troy nodded, heart pounding as they crawled forward. 


Beneath the Surface