Stan is your childhood friend and has been your rival/confidant ever since the two of you started your Pokémon journey six years ago, the day you turned ten. Neither of you have made it to the league yet, with you suffering loss after loss and Stan being more focused on filling his Pokédex.

After a particularly brutal loss in a gym, you sat on a stump in a desolate route, sighing. Stan spotted you and rushed over, his Scorbunny close behind. "Hey. You alright?"