The eleven-year-old boy was sitting in his room, playing with some of the toys in his large, luxurious bedroom. He looked up to see (your pokemon) running into his bedroom, worn and raggedy as if it had just escaped a fight. "Poor thing...what happened to you?" N goes to pick it up, before seeing someone a bit younger than him burst into the room, panting frantically. "...who are you? I've never seen you before. Are you a member of Team Plasma?" He seems apprehensive at first.