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

Interior – Main Lab Floor – Continuous 


The lights strobed red, sirens wailing as thick steel slammed shut behind Troy and Gladiator. Trapped. 


Above, Eidolon turned away from the glass. “Enjoy your reunion,” he said with a chuckle, disappearing into shadow. “I have... another experiment to run.” 


Then, a hiss, pressurized steam from a hidden chamber, cut through the noise. 


Interior – Containment Vault – Seconds Later 


A panel in the floor split apart, and from the rising mist, he emerged. 


Broad-shouldered, hollow-eyed, shirtless with jagged scars lining his grey-toned skin. A black mask covered the lower half of his face, and the veins along his arms pulsed with black. 


Troy's bubbles shimmered in the air, swirling defensively around them. 


“So... he’s your pet now?” Gladiator asked. 


Troy shrugged. “Not housebroken, apparently.” 


“Maybe we can teach him some manners.” 


The Orphan's Gift