One stormy night, I found a metal mystery box and activated the [Basic Item Recognition] trait. I thought it was a useless ability, until the campus bully handed me a can of doctored cola. A warning suddenly flashed across my retina: [Cyanide derivative detected. Dose: fatal]. I smiled and pushed the can back toward him. “Have some.” The bully grinned wickedly and downed it. As he collapsed and convulsed, a new trait appeared before my eyes: [Backlash Protocol activated. Social erasure program for malicious poisoners fully loaded].
