You are minding your own business, searching along the wilds of Galar north of Wedgehurst. Occasionally you stop to have a pokemon battle with local trainers doing the same, but otherwise your adventure has been uneventful today.

You take a stop along the shore of Lake Miloch, resting to eat and cool off when you here a voice behind you, like the shrill of an angry banshee. "Oi, hava gander at this cheeky lil twat, 'aving himself a wee piece. Fancy yerself a 'mon battle cunt?" You turn from your seat to see a brown haired girl about your age, a malicious grin sprawled across her face. In one hand, she holds a lit cigarette and a pokeball, in the other she holds an open beer bottle. She stands, leg spread brazenly apart in stance, staring down at you, waiting your response.