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Night of Rat Sitter Seriously mom can’t you lend me thirty dollars?” the young girl asked, a frustrated look on her face. “No..you are nearing the end of high school and you need to focus more on your grades not your popularity.” the mother stated not taking her eyes off of the newspaper. The girl huffed, folding her arms. “But mom you don’t understand, popularity is all there is today. If I’m to be successful I need to stop dressing like a commoner and more like a cool girl.” “No buts besides I brought you those high heels for your birthday. These days with the changing world, grades and experience matter not who wears the tightness whities or has the most dental floss-looking thong,” her mother retorted, “You need to learn Felicity my dear that you're going to be an adult soon and popularity won’t matter when you're working in any field.” Felicity gritted her teeth, bottling up her rage. Her mother never knew what it was like being sectioned into various groups because of

A buzz of conversation filled the conference room on the top floor of the League tower that stood amongst the heavens above the Galar region. Various Gym leaders stood around a table murmuring about the plans of the Galar region, from constructing an Elite Four to having a rotating Gym circuit to stir things up each year. The conversations died down as Leon entered the room, his cloak flowing behind him, sporting the various investors of the Pokemon League. Gladion trailed behind, choosing to keep his distance from the strange people. At any moment outside of this investigation, he would have been intrigued to face them in battle to judge their strength and bonds with their Pokemon. “Can I have your attention, please?” Leon called, stepping up to the table. We have a situation that needs dealing with. I’ve tried to keep this under wrap while leaving it to the police. However, this young man's arrival has brought to my attention that things are far worse than I first thought.” “Are

Police officers and paramedics checked over the citizens as the press tried to get near the hall to get the best photos and the juicy details for their channels and papers, albeit unsuccessfully, as the police kept pushing them back and confiscating any information regarding what had occurred inside the hall. One woman with a Helioptile on her shoulder watched from afar, stroking her chin thoughtfully as she stared down at her notebook with dates and names under the heading. “Kalos Kidnappings.” “I really hope the police actually start doing something about this,” the woman muttered, “I would hate for public interest to turn to fear.” She shuddered, imagining the panic and the chaos that would sweep across the nation as it had done several years ago during the Kalos Incident. Within the hall, police officers searched the area, a squad heading up into the control room and the rafters, all under the orders and guidance of Anabel. Chloe knelt down next to the discarded gloves. “Gloves