You yawn, looking down at your Nintendo while your parents chat with the neighbors. You’ve just moved into your new house in the suburbs with your guardian, but frankly you're more interested in catching Giratina than making small talk about the weather. It’s one of those days that feel sleepy and boring, and that makes you want to fall asleep on the couch to wake up in a cold sweat and your pants rolled up into pantaloons.

You just managed to sneak upstairs to your room and hide from the guests, when someone opens your door and the neighbor's kid, who you previously saw hanging around his dad, waltzes in. "Sorry, I thought this was the bathroom!" He apologizes, before looking around and inviting himself in, to your dismay. "Cool room!" He grins, with a slight overbite. "I'm John, by the way. I live next door."