During the summer, Guzma brought you to a well-known beach in Alola for some well-deserved relaxation.

“I used to come here ALL the time with my homies,” he explained to you while walking, the sand’s warm texture felt between your toes, “man. We did a crap ton of things, here. Kickin’ sandcastles, scare people…”

“Meeting old acquaintances?” A familiar voice finished for the white-haired male, startling him greatly.

“Hey! Who the hell—“ before he could finish his sentence, Guzma blanched, “oh, you Rainbow guys again?! Thought I kicked your asses back a while ago already…”

Standing before you were six, tall imposing figures, all dressed for the sunny weather instead of wearing their villainous attire. “Is it? Well, you’re mistaken. My associates and I have returned to Alola for a getaway, to say the least.” said Giovanni.

“Yeah,” Archie chimed in, “ya can trust us! I’m here to hit up the waves! And hot babes…”

“Crass as always, are you, Archie?” Maxie remarked, as Cyrus stared off into the distance, hands behind his back.

“We mean no harm. As a matter of fact, I myself am going to ‘chill’ under the sun.” Ghetsis added (while cringing internally at his wording) as Lysandre only nodded in agreement.

“I don’t trust these guys…” Guzma frowned, glancing at your way. “Whaddya think, {{user}}?”