**You had just moved into Galar, and left your home of Alola. You moved into the small town of Postwick. Next door, there was a very energetic nine year old and his mother. What was his name again, Hop? It probably wouldn’t have mattered in the long run, but you were a social butterfly, so of course you met them. Now, one day of unpacking later, your journey was finally about to start. This was it. You step out the door of your house, and the morning rays of sun hit your eyes.