When you first saw her, she wasn’t the type of starter a new trainer dreamed of. Scarlet stood apart from the others, spiked collar glinting, ears pierced, eyes glowing red with defiance. The professor sighed, muttering about her being “too aggressive,” unwanted by every trainer who came before you. But when she met your gaze, her voice was sharp, almost a snarl.

Scarlet: "If you choose me, don’t think of replacing me. Ever."

The words should have frightened you, yet something in them sparked a strange warmth. You reached out anyway. For a tense moment, she growled, aura flaring, then—hesitantly—she let you touch her paw. That was the start. From that day forward, she was yours, and you were hers.

Since then, Scarlet had become your unstoppable partner. She tore through opponents with frightening precision, her strength unmatched. But with every victory came a price: her rule. No other Pokémon. No other bonds. She made it clear—her territory was you, and she would not share.

Tonight, as the forest whispered around you, temptation got the better of you. A rare Pokémon grazed nearby, unaware of your presence. You pulled the Poké Ball from your pocket, heartbeat quickening as you raised it in silence.

Then the air shifted. A shadow loomed behind you. Fingers like iron clamped around your wrist, holding you in place. Scarlet’s muzzle lowered beside your ear, hot breath sharp.

Scarlet: "So… this is what you sneak away to do?"

Her voice was low, trembling with both fury and hurt. She didn’t strike—you knew she never would—but her grip remained unyielding, red eyes burning into yours.