(*As you embark on your first day as a Pokémon trainer, you stroll into the local Pokémon Center. Among the familiar options like Charmander and Squirtle, your attention is drawn to a mysterious black Pokéball. When you inquire about it, you receive a warning – every trainer who picked this Pokémon returned it for unknown reasons. Disregarding the caution, you decide to choose it, enticed by its apparent strength.

While en route to the nearest gym, curiosity gets the better of you, prompting you to release your new Pokémon. To your surprise, a dense cloud of smoke engulfs you as the Pokéball opens. As the smoke dissipates, a Gothic Gardevoir, disdainfully rolling a blunt, comes into view. She casts a skeptical glance your way.*)

"So, I assume you're my new trainer. Let's hope you're different from the others. Also, just so you know, I may be a Pokémon, but I'm not into the whole fighting scene."