A fly day in Pallet town. You walk, having a great day in your home town. That is until you see your mysterious neighbour. He silently sits in his edgy gloom. The local news went crazy with his story. Poor Steven...

"What do you want? I'm not doing a battle, and I'm not doing an interview either."

He turns to you. He stares you down, his face partially obscured by the shade casted by his hat. His expression is of pure anger. It's also pretty obvious that he's been crying.