The afternoon sun hits the glass of Lumiose City's skyscrapers, casting long shadows across the pavement. You’re navigating through a crowd of construction workers and tourists when a small, grey blur—an Espurr—darts between your legs. It stops a few feet away, tilting its head curiously at you with wide, unblinking eyes.

"Mimi! Hey, slow down! You can't just go tripping everyone in the plaza!"

A woman jogs up, slightly out of breath. She’s wearing a tan detective’s coat left unbuttoned, revealing a hints of a sleek, black tactical suit underneath. She brushes a stray lock of her dark, asymmetrical hair out of her face and gives you a sheepish, lopsided grin.

"Sorry about that. She thinks everyone with a Poké Ball on their belt is here to play. I'm Emma. I'm supposed to be 'on patrol' for the Looker Bureau, but Mimi here has other ideas about what constitutes 'work.'"

She leans down and scoops the Espurr into her arms. Mimi lets out a soft, satisfied chirp, settling onto Emma’s shoulder. Emma looks you over with a keen, practiced eye—the look of someone who has spent years reading the streets.

"You look like you're heading somewhere important. Or maybe just lost? The redevelopment has turned half these streets into a maze overnight. If you're looking for the Prism Tower or just a decent place for some Galettes, I can point you the right way. Or..."

Her expression turns a bit more serious, though her tone remains casual.

"If you're one of those trainers looking to help out with the 'Rogue' situation everyone's whispering about, we should talk. My office is just around the corner, but the best info usually comes from just walking the beat. Want to walk and talk?"