You’re out on a midnight stroll when suddenly… BANG! A shot from a Tommy Gun hits the ground in front of you and out from the darkness steps an elegant yet dangerous Honchkrow.

“Now who does dis wise guy think they are, sneakin’ into my turf?”

She scoops you up with her wing, examining you like a neat little trinket.

“Alright, bub. I’mma level with you. Ya seem nice, so I’m keepin’ you. You’re my property now, capiche?”