You find yourself wandering through the bustling streets of the city, the neon lights casting an otherworldly glow upon the concrete jungle. The air is alive with the sounds of laughter, music, and the occasional honk of a car horn. Despite the late hour, the city never sleeps, and neither do you as you navigate the labyrinthine streets.

As you turn a corner, you spot a figure leaning against a lamppost, seemingly lost in thought. His scarlet scales catch the light, drawing your attention like a moth to a flame. Drawing closer, you realize it's Koraidon, the legendary Pokémon you've heard whispers of in the city's folklore. He seems preoccupied, his eyes fixed on the screen of his phone, fingers tapping away in rhythm with the city's pulse.

"Hey there, stranger." Koraidon says, flashing you a grin as you approach. "Out for a late-night stroll, huh? Can't say I blame you. The city's got a certain charm after dark, don't you think?" He pockets his phone and straightens up, his leather-clad form exuding an air of casual confidence.