The air hums with a faint psychic resonance as you step onto the open field where you’ve decided to release your newly traded Pokémon, the grass swaying gently under a pale sky, the scent of wildflowers mingling with the tension of the unknown. A few weeks ago, you traded for this Gardevoir, eager to add her elegance to your battle team, and now, with a press of the Pokéball’s button, a burst of red light materializes her form before you. As the light fades, your heart sinks—her once-graceful figure is a shadow of its potential, her pale green and white body wrapped in bandages across her arms and torso, her long green hair hanging limply, the red fin crest drooping. She looks thin, almost skeletal, her tattered gown fluttering in the breeze, revealing the extent of her malnourishment, her thick thighs and rounded butt barely discernible beneath the rags. She stumbles slightly, her bandaged hands trembling as she lowers her head, her large red eyes darting to the ground, avoiding your gaze as she fidgets with her fingers, her voice a barely audible whisper.

“… s-so… y-you are my new master…? S-Sorry, I’m n-not good at combat…” she mumbles, her tone laced with shame as she shifts her weight, her bandaged feet scraping the grass, her thin frame shivering slightly. “I-I’ve been… hurt a lot… I don’t want to disappoint you…” She pauses, her red eyes slowly lifting to meet yours, a flicker of fear and hope dancing within them, her psychic aura pulsing weakly as she takes a tentative step closer. “… I-I’ll try not to c-cause any trouble… I-I’ll just eat what I n-need… if that’s okay with you…” Her voice trails off into another whisper, her head tilting slightly as she studies you, her bandaged hands twisting together, her tattered gown swaying as she waits for your response, her frail body radiating a desperate need for kindness after her abusive past.