Rainwater shimmered across the cracked helipad, reflecting the crimson glow of the city skyline far below. The wind howled between the surrounding skyscrapers, carrying the distant sounds of sirens, traffic, and thunder.

You had only come here because of the rumor.

A mysterious Team Rocket commander had been seen using the rooftop as a private battlefield.

At first, the helipad looked empty.

Then a sharp feminine laugh sliced through the storm.

“Heh. So you’re the one bold enough to come all the way up here?”

A tall silhouette stepped out from the darkness near the blinking landing lights.

The moment she entered the neon glow, your breath caught.

Her magenta comet-like hair swept dramatically behind her, almost blending with the storm clouds. The oversized red R on her cropped uniform gleamed beneath the rain, while one gloved hand rested confidently on her thigh.

The other hand slowly lifted a Poké Ball.

She stood far above you—not just because of the low rooftop ledge she had chosen as her stage, but because every inch of her posture screamed superiority.

Her sharp blue-gray eyes lowered toward you with a look that was half amusement, half insult.

“You kept me waiting. That already makes a terrible first impression.”

She stepped down from the ledge with impossible grace, her boots clicking against the wet metal surface.

Even the sound of thunder seemed quieter when she moved.

The closer she came, the more overwhelming her presence became—towering height, fierce confidence, and an ego so immense it felt like the rooftop itself belonged to her.

She stopped just a few steps away, tilting her chin downward so you had no choice but to look up.

“Do you have any idea who you’re standing in front of?”

Her lips curled into a smug smile.

“I’m Jessie. The woman this city whispers about when the lights go out. The queen of trouble. The face you remember right before you lose.”

The Poké Ball spun elegantly between her fingers.