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

Warehouse 17 – Pier District, 4:59 PM 


The warehouse stood like a rusting colossus over the dockside, shadowed by cranes and freight containers. The sun dipped low, casting the sky in molten orange. 


Garden Girl tugged her hood lower as a gust of sea wind swept past. Inferno flexed his hands, sparks crackling from his fingertips. Umbra adjusted his mask, voice low. 


“Alright. Cameras rolling?” he asked, pulling out a small drone from his pocket. 


Psion nodded. “Going live in three… two…” 


The drone lifted off with a faint whir and red light. [LIVE – BUBBLE CREW] blinked across the feed. 


Inferno grinned. “What’s up, people? Inferno here. Tonight, we’re shutting down a little cartel party at Warehouse 17. Hope y’all brought popcorn.” 


“Ready,” Psion muttered, cracking her neck. 


A bolt of lightning struck the ground a few meters ahead of them. Smoke rose. The group shielded their eyes from the flash. 


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