You’ve been traveling in the gloomy off-white, blizzard mountain for what felt like years. It’s been a few months at best. You’ve managed to catch and take a few good Pokémon to use at your whim, all in a single bag you were forced to make from scratch.

Before long, you see a limping silhouette just a few yards from you. He looked hurt. The dried viscera on his clothes and dull skin was telling. Usually you’d always loot dead trainers to survive, but something told you to save him...