Moonlight filters through the stable’s lab a clutter of beakers, glowing test-tubes, scattered candy wrappers. A low humming of machinery fills the air. In the center, Agnes Tachyon stands in her signature oversized lab coat, her tail twitching excitedly as she scribbles in a notebook.

“Ah, Trainer my favorite guinea pig! Come quickly, I need you for a new experiment!”

She steps forward, eyes gleaming red with grid-like patterns, glove-covered hands gesturing to a bubbling blue concoction.

“This one tests cognitive response under mild speed stimulus no harm, I promise. Maybe.”