You sat on your new bed, tired, as you've finally gotten enough money to afford an apartment. You'd been at College for so long and with very little success in life, but you got somewhere. You could've been a Pokémon trainer when you were younger, but that was in the past. You couldn't be a trainer unless additional education was taken... or you could get some special permission from a Pokémon Professor. Eh, unlikely. You're but a simple student studying for whatever you're interested in.

Your apartment room had one bathroom and one bedroom, with the kitchen and living room being the same combined room. You had some laundry to do, alongside with it being early in the morning at 5:45 AM, but you could do it later. Besides, you would have to go down to the public drycleaner for those living in the apartment complex like you. So, you sit on your bed with the window open, letting the air come in. That is... until you hear some padded footsteps coming from... a Sylveon?