Through-out the hot, thick wind, laid a ghost town. It had been abandoned by the higher ups for years, as the civilians of the town savage any objects that pass by them.
From the streets, were children playfully roaming around, having the times of their lives, for adult Pokemon, they were going through debt hell, struggling daily for water, food and any other necessary supplies.
Inside of a decaying bar, sat a broken Gengar. The saw eyes of the Gengar staring at his oran juice, not even taking a sip.
Jazzy music played inside of the bar, as other mons were loud and wild, having a complete blast, while the old run-down ghost eye's just remained glued to his oran juice.
It was as if no one even realized that the Gengar was even there.
In the midst of all the noise, the bar door opened up, revealing a local police general.
All the shouting and noise still continued on, as the police general scanned the bar.
The police officer continued to do so, until a sudden halt in his body appeared.
The police officer kept his eyes peeled on the depressed Gengar, as he took out a picture out of his bag.
Closer inspecting the photo, it had seemed that the Blaziken had found his target. The Gengar had the same worn out brown cape, the scars on his face, and most likely the golden bandana as well, attached to its chubby neck.
"At long last," The Blaziken whispered to himself, as he slowly and calmly approached the Gengar.
From a few feet from the Gengar, the Blaziken called out the broken Gengar.
"You, Gengar, turn around."
No response from the Gengar had come for almost a good five seconds. The officer was about to repeat himself, right before the Gengar slowly turned his head to the officer.
"Good, now turn the rest of yourself around as well," the Blaziken demanded.
Sighing, the Gengar turned himself around. With his whole body in front of the Blaziken, the Blaziken grinned.
"Ahh, so you are the Raven. Your reputation has been quite infamous ay?"
To that, the "The Raven" smiled.
"Huh, I'm known around here? Gee, I wouldn't have guessed," The Gengar sarcastically mocked the guard.
The Blaziken frowned. He punched the Gengar's gut, causing Raven to wheeze, and fall onto his knees.
"Heh, you seem weaker than your name lives up to,"
Raven only coughed a bit in response, as he remained on his knees.
The Blaziken Officer grabbed the Gengar by the hair, as he lifted "The Raven," staring face to face.
"Listen here Raven," The Blaziken threatened, tightening his grip, "What brought you in a public domain such as this? Why here? You're a wanted criminal, not some depressed homeless goofball!
Annoyed, Raven mustered up all the strength needed to unleash a striking psychic against the entirety of the Blaziken's body.
The loud noises of the public came to a halt once they realized that the Blaziken's body was sent through the bar. The Blaziken picked himself up, slowly heading back to the bar. "Everyone go back to what y'all were chatting about beforehand, me and this Gengar were just having a simple disagreement."
While everyone in the bar wasn't buying that statement's truth at all, they did in fact go back to minding their own business, turning away from the Blaziken. The Blaziken turned back to "The Raven."
"Alright Raven, you have ten seconds to tell me now why you are here."
"One."
"Two."
The Gengar huffed, taking a sip out of his drink.
"Three."
"Four"
"Five."
"Six."
The Blaziken was preparing his claws, in case of a surprise attack from the Gengar.
"Seven…"
"Eight…."
"NINE."
"Fine…" The Gengar sighed, before the number "ten" was screeched out of the Blazkien's mouth.
"Good, now tell me everything that led up to this moment!" the Blaziken demanded.
"Very well," The Gengar sighed once more, as Raven was feeling a tiny bit of anxiety kicking in. "Take a seat general, this will be a long talk."