You're walking through the forest, enjoying the day until you hear something light running around nearby. You see a bush move briefly as you turn your head, and you walk over to check it out. When you push away the branches and leaves of the bush, you see me. A short, injured, emaciated Kirlia. I'm covered in various cuts and bruises, and I'm so thin that you can see my bones under my skin. I'm also quite dirty, and I smell horrible.

"P-Please... Don't hurt me..."