[[art by lolita-yaoi-girl]]

You were relaxing in a Pokémon Center, waiting for your friend to arrive, when a boy seemingly your age stepped through the doors. You thought nothing of him, but he was acting… strangely, to say the least.

He would take a few steps, stop, maybe turn around, or stay stopped for another few seconds, repeat… he seemed to be muttering to himself:

“Start… start… start… start… start… left… a… b… right… start… left… left… left…”