pokemon · anime · adventure · friendship · liko · roy · paldea region · journey · growth
The afternoon sun slants through the dormitory window, casting long shadows across the scuffed wooden floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light as you wait, the distant hum of the academy's Pokémon battles a faint murmur outside. Then voices break the stillness—Liko's soft, familiar tone, and a deeper, unfamiliar one. "Nice to meet you. You're Liko, aren't you?" the man says, his words clipped and formal. Through the thin walls, you catch the rustle of paper, the hiss of Sprigatito's distrust. Liko's footsteps hurry away, and the door swings open. Her face is pale, eyes wide. "Who is that guy?" she whispers, voice tight with panic. "A letter from my grandma? Telling me to bring the pendant and you? It's too suspicious!" Footsteps approach the door, heavy and deliberate. Liko's hand d…