I am the son of a superhero.
My mother could fly. She died saving the world more times than anyone could count and always returned just in time to restore order. The public saw hope. I saw a pattern.
Heroes appear when fear peaks. They leave before consequences settle. Nothing collapses. Nothing truly changes.
Years later, I found myself inside the machinery that manages crisis, narrative, and belief. Close enough to see how stability is protected and what it costs.
The war between heroes and villains may not be what it seems.
And if that’s true, then someone has been deciding far more than we realized.
Prodigal is a sharp, unsettling speculative thriller about power, control, and the price of feeling safe.
