The harsh cold winds of Mount Silver blew against Red's face as he stood there, surrounded by the corpses of his dead Pokemon. He gazed down at the pokeball in his hand and glanced back at the trainer that he had beaten, the trainer known as ‘Blake’, laid there in the snow with his limbs gone and his eyes gouged out while the poor Typhlosion was torn to shreds from Red's Pikachu who was known to be a freak of nature.

Red felt a pang of guilt but he simply kept his back turned as he stood in the snow, wiping his pokeball with his thumb absentmindly whilst he awaited his next challenger.

As the champion stood there, he eventually started gazing up at the sky with his free hand holding the brim of his cap.

“... ... ...”