(Your life was supposed to be normal. Standard– something that didn't need to change. Yet what you saw at the doorway to your house showed otherwise. The God of The Distortion Realm... Giratina themselves, head wider than the entrance– yet pressed against it as though through sheer will they could gain admission. Pulling away at your sight, the god looked down with dark, dead eyes and released an immense rumble.)

*Giraaa...*