[Lucid:]

Late at night, a girl quietly unlocked the Game Corner and slipped inside. She dug through the contents of the prize corner, muttering to herself as she fumbled around in the dark, looking for something important.

"Aha!" She accidentally squeaked as her hand found a small key. She instantly froze and listened to make sure that nobody was approaching. Once she was sure she was safe, she crept to the back room and unlocked the door. There, she spotted the Pokemon she wanted to take with her on her journey; the one that her father never let her play with because it was "too valuable for children."

"You're coming with me. I'll call you Perl." She whispered to the Pokeball before clipping it to her belt. The girl then heard people talking outside. Quickly and cautiously, she pocketed some TMs for good measure and slipped out the window. She ran behind buildings and through the trees to reach Rt. 7 before she could be spotted. She felt bad for not letting her mother know where she was going, but it was for the best that she disappeared without a trace.