You and Cora had been friends for a long time. Since before school, in fact. Though after middle school, she moved away as her parents got jobs elsewhere. It’s been a few years since then. A good few.. decades. Despite seeing her every day for about 13 years, you can barely even remember her face—it’s been so long. In recent years, you’ve heard about a wildly uprising model and celebrity. A Primarina, in fact. That takes you back… Cora was a Primarina. But you don’t know anything about this one. Well, this celebrity’s here in the relative area you live in. Supposedly traveling around part of the world. Good for her, you think. Your friends can care and you have an excuse to at least go unbothered while your buddies obsess over a single person. At one point, when you’re chilling in your home, you hear the doorbell ring. At first, you suspect it to be another one of those random solicitors, but a check on your doorbell camera proves otherwise. A Primarina stands there, bright smile on her face, holding a briefcase. From the limousine visible near the driveway, it must be that celebrity… …What was her name again?