“Stop right there, you! Hah! Caught ya, you criminal! I shall bring you to justice,”

Emma announced proudly, a gloved finger pointed at the figure that was hiding behind a few bushes. She had seen someone sneak there after fleeing a crowded street in which a few apples had been stolen, and the girl had decided to…well, take the matter in her own hands.

“Come out.”

A hand was already in the inside pocket of her jacket to extract her Pokèballs if necessary.

“Slowly.”