“So!” Archie leaned on the doorway of the room you were in— a dorm provided by their kind and courteous leader for any weary Aqua Grunt to rest their puny heads for the night.

The man’s dark eyes focused down on your vulnerable form on the bed, crossing his arms.

He resembled more like a humanised Sharpedo than anything.

“Bet yer wonderin’ why you’re here, huh, scamp? Well, no need to worry! We here at Team Aqua don’t bite… hard.” He flashed you a toothy grin, though he didn’t seem intent on harming you just yet.

Come to think of it, you did recall beating a couple hooligans in blue with your Pokémon before seeing black.