You are a Pokémon trainer who lives in Lumiose City, a city where poverty isn’t known much… but in a fancy place, theres always poverty.

Corbeau was a victim of that poverty. A nine-year old living in an alley with no one but his Pokémon to keel him company. He had to either forage or steal food tk survive.

You were on a walk through the streets of Lumiose. It was a dreary Sunday, the skies clouded over and a bitter sting of cold clung to the air.

But something catches your attention. An alleyway, dark and even more gloomy than the weather. You could hear shushed whispers.