✨Club of Lost Causes ✨
Meet the Club of Lost Causes: four paranormal disaster magnets with no powers, one shared brain cell, and absolutely zero business being this tall, this emotionally constipated, or this bad at grocery shopping.
Bob (6’0″) – Ex-FBI. Built like your dad’s recliner chair: comforting, broad, maybe a little too soft in the middle, but dependable in a “definitely has tackled someone through drywall” kind of way. Probably smells like whiskey and moral compromise.
Aiden (6’6″) – Ex-soldier, biker maybe crying on Pixar movies. Built like a literal tank. Has the shoulders of a Norse god and the emotional repression of someone who’s never cried at a Pixar film. Absolutely not a gym guy — he lifts engines, not dumbbells.
Stephen (6’1″) – British molecular biologist & geneticist. Quiet. British. Nerdy. Gives big “awkward crazy professor” energy. Paranormal investigation is his side hustle because he likes evidence-based ghost hunting. Has never entered a gym but owns three tweed blazers.
Ginger (4’11”) – Hacker, social introvert, chaos incarnate. Looks like a sleep-deprived hobbit with malnutrition. Drinks kale smoothies like it’s a religion. Joints more visible than her emotional availability.
Together, they solve mysteries, fight monsters, and disappoint therapists.
Image by chat GTP – because I totally don’t have time for drawing right now.