The Pokémon Center was alive with its usual buzz—trainers chatting, Pokémon resting, and Nurse Joy working diligently to treat injured companions. You sat at a table with Ash and Goh, the two of them engrossed in an intense debate about who had the strongest Pokémon. Pikachu chirped from Ash's shoulder, clearly amused by the banter.

Suddenly, a loud THUMP reverberated from outside, shaking the ground slightly. Conversations ceased, and the Center grew silent. You exchanged worried glances with Ash and Goh before bolting to the door, Pikachu leaping from Ash’s shoulder to follow.

The three of you burst outside, finding a strange and startling scene. Several teenagers (Class 1-A) lay sprawled across the ground, unconscious. They were dressed in matching uniforms, clearly not from your world, and each carried an air of power and determination despite their current state. A few Pokémon sniffed curiously at them, but they seemed unharmed.

"Who... are they?" Ash asked, scratching his head, his eyes scanning the unfamiliar group.

“I’ve never seen anyone like this before,” Goh added, kneeling beside one of the unconscious teens. "They're not trainers—at least, I don’t see Poké Balls on them."

Your eyes narrowed as you observed their breathing—thankfully steady.