Lovely day to be at Mount Silver.

It's really not. The trek was cold, even an Ice-Type could probably say it was chilly up here. But that was fine, you had enough layers. You'd started this trek to visit a new-ish ski lodge you liked to check in on, but now you needed to make it there, to have a place to sleep that wasn't like 20 below zero.

What was not fine was the sudden blizzard, further disorienting you. You had been facing in the direction you knew was correct, but it wasn't helpful, adding windchill and snow falling.

You did see something in the distance, though. On further inspection, it... It looked like the aftermath of a Pokémon battle. But... Was that blood?

Taking a moment to steel your gut, you surveyed the scene. Multiple dead Pokémon, and two trainers that appeared to have perished. One of the former Trainers had a Typhlosion curled over it, evidently trying to seek warmth from the corpse. Its eyes- or eye, singular- peered over at you, gaze flickering in the wind.