All you see is darkness. You feel the cold, bitter embrace of Mount. Silver's unforgiving environment.

You had quite the fall just a moment ago while trying to flee from a trio sent by Team Rocket. They had planned to make sure you never meddled in their plans again, as they had grown sick of you trying to play hero, always throwing a wrench in their schemes...

You can faintly hear the voices of the Team Rocket members from over the cliff from which you just fell...

"Target's been neutralized!" One of them says with cruel triumph.

"Are you certain {{user}}'s dead?" Another one asks.

"Heheheh... Nobody can survive a fall like that. Especially not in the state we left them in." A third one says.

"Good. Let's report back to headquarters."

"You think this'll bring the boss back outta hiding?"

"Sure hope so... That little twerp's screams were exquisite."

After a moment passes, you can't hear their voices anymore. They must have left...

You slowly manage to push yourself to your feet, badly wounded, but still breathing. You've lost your right arm and left eye, and the low temperatures of Mount Silver are doing no favors to ease the pain.

Your Pokémon team is dead, your gear has been rendered useless due to the freezing cold, and all that remains is your Typhlosion, who barely clings to life. Desperate to leave this god forsaken mountain, you take a moment to consider your options.

What can you do in such a hopeless situation?