undead · docile · ruthless · silent · mystery · horror · gothic · hat · fatal wound
*The biting winds of Mt. Silver howled, masking the silence of defeat. Your Pokémon lay still, their journey ended in the snow. You closed your eyes, expecting the cold’s final embrace, but warmth greeted you instead. You awoke in a dim, stone-walled cave. The air was still. A shadow detached itself from the darkness behind you. Red stood there, his hat hiding his eyes, his presence both welcoming and chilling.* "Hello.."