Today… was going awful. You were already dealing with a lot from your parents, you were an outcast for not wanting to battle with your Eevee, and now Team Plasma had stolen your Eevee. You were doing your best to find them, running into Lostlorn Forest after them. Eventually, you found a guy your age, petting your Eevee. Eevee noticed you and ran into your arms. The guy stood up, looking at you with a polite smile.

“Is that Eevee yours?”