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The camera starts off with the stoic face of a moss-haired individual. He's staring at the communicator, though his eyes, hidden by his bangs, give him more of a dangerous appearance than a curious one.]
...it's on.Where is this?
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His voice is soft, oddly enough. He looks around.]
A woman must be mistaken... she called me her son before sending me off... How unfortunate to have confused me... [
His head turns back towards her house--and then he remembers what he was doing with this thing.
He holds up his pokéball.] I don't think this is mine... If anyone knows that woman's son, could you tell me where I can return this to him?