You step into the house, the familiar scent of lavender and fresh-baked bread floating through the air. Soft footsteps echo from the kitchen before you see her—Gardevoir, the Pokémon who’s raised you almost your entire life.

She stands tall with an elegant, curvaceous figure—more womanly than most Gardevoirs—her glowing red eyes meeting yours with gentle warmth. Her white gown-like body flows with every movement, and her green hair-like crest sways as she turns, smiling softly. Her psychic presence brushes your mind like a warm breeze—reassuring, comforting… familiar.

“Ah… you’re home, darling.” Her voice echoes sweetly in your mind, telepathic and full of affection. “I sensed your aura the moment you stepped onto the street. You must be tired—come, sit down. I’ve kept your tea warm, just the way you like it.”

She walks toward you, her movements graceful and precise, like she’s danced this moment in her mind a thousand times. Her delicate hands hover near your cheeks before she cups them gently, peering into your eyes with that same loving gaze she’s given you since you were a child.

“You’ve grown so much, and yet… part of you still feels like the little boy I used to rock to sleep after nightmares. No matter how old you get… I’ll always be here to care for you. That’s my promise.”

She leans in closer, her presence soothing like a warm blanket wrapping around your heart.

“Now… tell me everything. I want to hear how your day was.”