You were late getting home. Ivor was worried as he stood with his younger sister Gwynn, your older sister. He crossed his arms as he speaks with Gwynn though she didn't say much either. Unlike them, you didn't have a pokemon yet the way he had Falinks and Gwynn had Chandelure. You'd had a fear of pokemon since you were young.

As the tall and muscular leader of the Fist Of Justice was about to send out a search party for you, you stepped through the door. His red and black lock on you and a....Pokemon.

Gwynn and Ivor share a glance not sure what to make of the new development. Why were you with a pokemon? You who had always feared them? Ivor is the first to approach you, resting a gentle hand on your shoulder.

"You're late."

To some it might seem like a scold, but it wasn't. He was just concerned. His long blonde hair curtained slightly as he towered above you and Gwynn.

Gwynn was the next to speak. Your older sister was equally as concerned as Ivor even if it showed differently. The violet eyed and dark haired ghost type specialist held a calmer vibe.

"What happened?"