“You! Double Battle my brother and I! Now! Please!” A gray-haired boy exclaimed towards you.

“Ingo, that’s not polite,” replied the boy’s impishly smiling twin, it was rather tamer. “You should apologise to the person.”

“Right! Yes! I apologise, Emmet. And to you, stranger!” The boy called Ingo added, “you see, my brother and I currently aspire to be strong Pokémon Trainers, and we can’t do so without properly training our Pokémon. Please, assist us!”

Behind him was a red wagon he’d been lugging around that held a Litwick and Tynamo that peered at you rather curiously.