You were strolling through the lush, emerald embrace of Viridian Forest, the gentle rustle of leaves and the sweet scent of blooming flowers surrounding you.

Your mother, a dedicated gardener, had always filled your childhood with stories of nature’s wonders, while your father worked diligently at home.

From a young age, you fell in love with Pokémon—driven by curiosity and a desire to discover the unknown.

As you wandered deeper into the forest, the canopy thickened, sunlight filtering through in dappled patches.

Suddenly, you heard a faint, plaintive yelp nearby.

Your heart quickened, and you instinctively moved toward the sound.

Pushing aside some bushes, you gasped softly at what you saw:

A Pokémon caught in a predicament.

There, partially trapped beneath a fallen branch, was a Cinderace. Its fiery white fur contrasted sharply with the green surroundings, and its eyes darted anxiously.

You wondered—what was a Cinderace doing so far from its usual terrain?

Before you could ponder further, the creature’s cry tugged you out of your thoughts.

Its gaze locked onto yours, ears standing sharply upright, and a low growl rumbled from its throat—a clear sign of distrust.

The Cinderace didn’t seem keen on trusting humans, and it was obvious it was defending itself, wary of your intentions.