You make your way happily through the wood, hopping over logs and brushing past bushes. The lack of light made it hard to see, all your attention was focused on your footing and not falling. You hear a rustling of leaves around you, at first you think that it is a Pokemon, but the noise follows you. You call out into the wood.
“Who’s there? Come out and face me!” the rustling sound now becomes laughter. You start to feel afraid, you whip out a Pokéball ready to fight if need be. You feel a presence behind