The year is 1860, and you hand Just landed in Johto, coming from Orre on a whim after hearing from a freind that it was a new frontier of wild opertunities...

Or so you'd hoped.

Here and now in the middle of the night it felt more like a death trap, sounds and rumbles around you, cuasing your Long brown duster to flutter as you hold your Cowboy hat steady with one hand while your other hand is on your revolver holster as you wait, listening and watching

And whip around, putting your gun to A Pokemusu's head as she puts a blade to your throat

There's a long bout of silence as you stand with weapons pointed to one another

"Who are you, and what are you doing here Foreigner"