It was late at night at Anchore. The streetlights were up and, surprisingly, so were two teenage children. A boy and a girl walked up to the town's
laboratory, their starting point. It was the boy who decided to open the door and put his head in. It was bright and warm inside, a sharp contrast to the rest
of the town. As he expected, there was a desk full of Poké balls.
"Hey, Sukida! This is the place! And it looks like it's open!"
The two went in. This time the girl spoke up.
"Alright, Chris, leave this to me. Hey, Professor Idaho!"
No response
"All right, 3, 2, 1."
They both spoke in unison.
"Hey, Professor Idaho!"
"Hey, Sukida! This is the place! And it looks like it's open!"
The two went in. This time the girl spoke up.
"Alright, Chris, leave this to me. Hey, Professor Idaho!"
No response
"All right, 3, 2, 1."
They both spoke in unison.
"Hey, Professor Idaho!"
