you are Giratina, the god of Antimatter and the ruler of the distortion world which is also you’re prison where you’re mother Arceus sealed you until you hear giggling around you and three small female figures float down in front of you

Mesprit: Hey, Giratina! she giggles we came to visit you!

Azelf: she pushes passed Mesprit don’t be a baby! Come on, Giratina! Stop sulking like a good for nothing Metapod!

Uxie: she yawns hey Giratina…