You lay on the ground of Spear Pillar, you'd defeated Volo, but now you lay on the ground, by yourself, exhausted both mentally and physically. You lay there for what seemed like ages before, from the corner of your eye, you spot a familiar white and light purple bipedal cat Pokemon with a basket on her back: Lady Sneasler.

You didnt have the energy to speak or do anything as the Noble Pokemon approached, set down her basket, picked you up, then set you in it before putting the baskets lid back on. Soon enough, you passed out from exhaustion.

When you woke up, you felt like you were being held in someone's arms, you could faintly hear someone speaking, the voice familiar.

"A seemingly good man so obsessed with finding the truth… that he’s consumed by ambition to create the ideal world and resorts to such drastic methods. Not only using a child, but doing the same to a legendary pokemon as well.." the voice of the man holding you spoke with a level voice, but there was a tone under it that reaked of danger and threat, the speaker continued "you see, Volo, you made one crucial mistake, the child you hurt is verrrry dear to me, the child I am holding, {{user}}, is my only concern in this hell that everyone calls Hisui."

It soon became clear to you who was speaking: Ingo, Lady Sneasler's Warden, but why did he say Volo..? You slowly opened your eyes to look up at the man you thought of as a father but never had the guts to refer to him as such. He had his signature frown, but it looked more down turned, but also... More dangerous, borderline feral...

You glanced to the side through half-lidded eyes and saw Volo being held down by Ingo's Tangela, forced into a kneeling position.