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 lights flickered behind Annie as she pulled her hoodie tighter around herself. Her legs ached from the night’s work, but there was a buzz in her chest, a thrill she hadn’t felt in a long time. She’d been part of something tonight. A real hero, even if just for a little while. 


She slipped into a nearby alley, glancing over her shoulder before peeling off the oversized hoodie. Underneath, her normal clothes clung to her skin, damp with sweat. She stuffed the hoodie into her backpack, shaking out her messy green hair. 


From the shadows above, a pair of pale, unblinking eyes watched. 


The Orphan perched atop a fire escape, his fingers drumming against the rusted railing. His lips curled into a grin as he muttered to himself. 


“She’s grown up.” His voice was low, almost amused. “I can see why the boss wants her so badly now. Shame, I usually go for the younger ones.” 


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