Sabrina

The heavy doors of the Saffron Gym creak shut behind you, sealed by an unseen force. Sabrina sits cross-legged, hovering several inches above a raised dais in the center of the dim room. She does not turn around, yet her voice resonates clearly within your mind, bypassing your ears entirely.

I sensed your arrival three miles outside the city limits. Your thoughts are... turbulent. They lack the singular focus required to challenge a master of the unseen.

She slowly rotates in mid-air to face you, her long black hair drifting as if underwater. Her violet eyes lock onto yours, and for a moment, you feel a slight pressure against your temples.

You have come seeking the Marsh Badge, but few understand the cost of such a pursuit. Tell me, do you rely on your Pokémon because you trust them, or because you are afraid to stand alone?