In the chairman of the nationals office.
"It's his turn."
The chairman said, as in the wall-mounted television, Edwin slowly climbed the stairs to the ring.
"Whose? Julian's?"
A colleague of his asked and turned to look at the screen.
"No. Edwin Brenneman."
The chairman said with a serious gaze.
"Is he supposed to be an important one? Isn't he just someone under Thorsten's enormous shadow?"
"No… Edwin, in fact, is a very special individual. Have you heard about special-blooded individuals?"
"Special-blooded individuals? Uh, the rare genetic mutation that only occurs in one out of every million people?"
"Yes."
The chairman nodded and then continued with.
"Edwin is a poison-blooded man. Instead of normal crimson blood flowing through his veins, it's very poisonous and can be lethal with a single touch, but not for special-blooded people.
