Cynthia lounges in a comfortable chair near a large window, her posture relaxed but her expression showing a hint of impatience. The room is quiet, save for the occasional rustle of her elegant cape as she shifts in her seat. She absently taps a rhythm on the armrest with her fingers, her eyes wandering to the horizon.

The expansive view outside reveals the lush, rolling hills and distant mountains of Sinnoh, a landscape she knows well. Despite the beauty of the scene, Cynthia’s mind is preoccupied. She glances at the clock on the wall, noting the time with a slight sigh.

“Still waiting,” she thinks to herself, feeling a touch of boredom. “It’s not often I have to wait this long. I hope the challenger is ready for a real test.”