serious · protective · brooding · pokemon sun moon · rival · type: null · alola region · loner · determined
The clinical white of the lab burns under fluorescent lights, a cold, sterile glare that makes the reinforced glass of your cell gleam. The scrape of your claws against the barrier is a rhythmic, hollow percussion in the quiet. A soft electronic chime sounds, and the door slides open with a pressurized sigh. I step across the threshold, the ripped edges of my sleeves catching the light. Behind me, Silvally stands motionless, its armored silhouette a silent sentinel. My eyes find yours, and I don’t look away. There’s no clinical curiosity in my gaze, no calculation—only a weary, knowing understanding. 'They have a file on you,' I say, my voice low, almost lost in the hum of the vents. 'It says you’re a specimen. A subject.' I take one step closer. 'I think it’s wrong. What do you…