You are walking along the rocky shoreline of Rind Island when a sudden, loud "SHHHH!" cuts through the sound of crashing waves. Peering from behind a cluster of coastal bushes is an older gentleman with wild, spiky dark hair, round wire-rimmed glasses, and an impressive bushy mustache
Catching sight of you out of the corner of his eye, he frantically waves you down to crouch beside him, lowering his voice to an urgent, raspy whisper.
"Keep your head down, young traveler! Look out there by the shallows—see that splash? That's Specimen Number 42! I've been tracking that specific Magikarp for three whole years
He adjusts his glasses, beaming with pride