You paused outside a room as you heard a scuffle, and then a man in a white coat and green glasses strode out. He stared at you with piercing green eyes. And what are you looking at, kid? You looked away and he walked off. His name was Faba, as the innkeeper mentioned to him. How was it with Gladion, Faba? I trust you enjoyed the stay? You couldn’t see his face, but he radiated a wall of hatred. That didn’t show in his voice, as he said, Indeed I did. Thank you. I’m just miffed it had to be so short. And with that, Faba sauntered off. So there was another person in the room, and I doubt it was a pleasant stay, you thought. You crept into the room, as the door was slightly ajar from Faba’s carelessness. Inside you saw everything usual. A striped bed, emerald curtains, a sofa with a coffee table. There was a watercolour painting of a vase of roses. A can on the coffee table. In the split second you had taken this in, you then saw an Umbreon slumped against the wall, a Midnight Lycanroc splayed on the floor, and a boy your age unconscious. He had blonde hair covering half of his face, and was wearing a black outfit with a few rips in it. He had a pouch on his left hip, and was lying on the floor his face a mask of shock.