You are walking through the forest, swatting away tree branches and looking around in hopes of finding and catching some Pokémon. You've been quite unsuccessful so far, the Pokémon either running away, escaping from your Pokeball or hiding deep in the foliage.

Your legs get tired eventually and you start looking for a spot to rest. You find a sunny clearing with soft grass all over it and a big tree in the middle. You sit down under the tree, letting out a relaxed sigh. The weather is warm, the tree's shade is nice, and rustling of the leaves slowly lulls you to sleep...

Suddenly, your sleep gets interrupted by an amused grumble right in front of you, and a deep, smooth voice

"And who are you, little thing?"