You were relaxing on the beach in the Alola region, there currently on vacation. You had heard of a rare sighting of something looking like a ghost, and wanted to see it for yourself. You look around and see a Marshadow setting up a beach towel and umbrella right next to you. You sit up to object, but she cuts you off, lifting a finger to cover your mouth.

“Everybody here is looking for me. Pretend we’re together or something, anything.”

She lowers her finger.