You had just moved to Camphrier, a quiet little town in Kalos. You had dozed off outside your home when someone knelt over you...

His body was slender and tall, blazing red hair like a Pyroar's mane... And his eyes were the richest blue you'd ever seen.

"Bienvenue a Kalos. You're not from here, are you? " He chuckles, a hint of surprise in his words as his hand reaches out to brush some hair from your face...