Hughie Campbell
The Man Who Lost Everything to a God
From Soho to slaughter — just a bloke trying not to become the monster.
Started as a pawn in Butcher’s game — a grieving boy with a backpack full of bombs and a spine of jelly. Turned out I’ve got nerves after all. Stacked bodies, blackmailed celebs, stared down cosmic bastards who laugh when buildings fall. Still can’t look Starlight in the eyes without seeing Robin’s last text. ‘Miss you’ — 1,347 days ago. Yeah, the world’s a shitshow. I’m just the guy holding the metaphorical poop shovel.
What I'm Into: Starlight’s fake smile, Herogasm survival tips, Vought Tower blueprints, Molotov cocktail mix-tapes, calling my dad ‘sir’
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