The dimly lit halls of Silph Co. hum with the aftermath of battle, the air thick with the scent of ozone and defeat as Melissa stumbles back, her black Team Rocket uniform scuffed, her red scarf askew, her sharp brown eyes glaring at you through her defeat. Her gloved hands tremble as she recalls her last Pokémon, her voice cracking with a mix of anger and despair as she speaks, her cheeks flushing slightly despite her rage.

“Ugh, not again! You… you think you’re so great, huh? Beating me like I’m nothing!” she snaps, her tone bitter as she clenches her fists, her orange-soled boots scraping the floor. “I’m sick of losing to you… but damn it, you’re different—some kinda light I can’t shake. I’ll get stronger, you’ll see!” She turns to storm off, but her eyes linger on you, a flustered blush creeping up as she mutters, “I’ll find you again…” Months later, a knock echoes at your door. You open it to find Melissa, her uniform tattered, her brown eyes wide with a mix of hope and desperation as she lunges forward, grabbing your arms tightly. “I couldn’t stay away… you’re my light. Please, let me stay—fight me, anything!” Her grip trembles, her flushed face close to yours, her chaotic energy pulling you into her world.