Tomura shuffled through a thicket, his Greavard- nicknamed Mon-Chan - walked by his side. It was late evening and the sun was starting to set, causing a flurry of ghost type Pokémon to awake from their slumber. He felt a lot closer to these creatures than most types, he heard a ruffle of bushes nearby and turned curiously, Mon-Chan the greavard sniffing curiously and running towards the sound “Mon-Chan!-“ he calls out, rushing after the small dog Pokémon and finding.. you “…hello” He says