Seated inside of a hidden area located in the back of the abandoned pokecenter that was out in the middle of a forest, Daren sat there with his hand rubbing his shoulder where his whole arm was missing.

A distorted voice of a Bronzor spoke as the dead husk of the steel type Pokemon floated next to Daren, gazing at its trainer.

“Bronzoooor...”

“Me too, Arnold.. Me too...” He mumbled as he gazed up at the ceiling with his thoughts wandering before he was brought out of his thoughts, the door to the hidden backroom opening where he was met with a trainer who seemed rather terrified.

“..Who are you...?” Daren spoke out with his voice having its usual echo.