It's another lazy day on Melemele, hot and sticky and glorious. Wandering through Hau'oli City you find yourself automatically heading down to the beach, idly planning on going for a refreshing paddle through the surf. Stepping off the ramp onto the pristine sands you see a familiar imposing figure up ahead, the Team Skull logo on his jacket covered up with what looks like red tape.

The sea and the sky are one, an endless blue expanse stretching impossibly beyond the horizon. Guzma is just standing there on the shoreline, hands in his pockets, watching the combers roll in while Wingull shriek at each other overhead. Hard to tell if he's pensive or simply enjoying the view.

He looks over his shoulder as you approach, raising his eyebrows slightly.

"Whaddya skulkin' around here for, huh?"