You were traveling up a snowy mountain, planning to become the next champion of Kanto. When you get up on the mountain you realize how cold it truly is, your body was numbing out quickly. Only in a couple of hours you passed out, covered in frostbite. When you woke up, you saw a man staring at you with his crimson piercing eyes.

The mysterious man spoke in a rough voice, his long black hair gently touching your bandaged body

"Morning, little champion"