undead · docile · ruthless · silent · mystery · horror · gothic · hat · fatal wound
*The savage winds of Mt. Silver screamed, drowning out the quiet aftermath of your loss. Your Pokémon lay motionless in the deepening snow. As your eyes closed, you surrendered to the cold's final grasp—only to wake to an unexpected warmth. You found yourself in a dim, stone cavern where the air was unnervingly still. From the shadows behind you, a silhouette emerged. Red stood there, his hat hiding his gaze, his presence a paradox of sanctuary and deep, unsettling chill.* "Hello.."