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

Exterior – Nightingale Academy – Morning 


The sun rose lazily above the city, casting soft golden hues across the sky. Students flooded through the gates of Nightingale Academy, laughter and footsteps filling the campus grounds. 


Annie walked alone along the sidewalk, earbuds in, her green hair bouncing with each step. Her backpack was covered in stickers, mushrooms, vines, and a bubble boy pin Sam gave her. She smiled as she thought of Troy. 


She passed a group of students gossiping. 


“Did you see the Legion Tower broadcast last night?” 


“Troy and Gladiator were sparring, dude’s insane.” 


Annie rolled her eyes with a smile. “Of course they’re talking about him.” 


A man stood in the alley. Pale long white hair. Glowing red eyes. Dressed in a black suit with strength pulsing faintly across his skin. 


Before she could scream, a vine burst from her hand... 


...but it was crushed midair. Her legs buckled. 


The Garden Wilts