The Cursed Ghost and the Lonely Gentleman
I'm back for you.
Oh, don't look so surprised. We had a deal, remember? That day, when I first met you. We swore an oath to each other. Brothers in blood and brothers in life, brothers in murder and brothers in death. You said that to me, word for word. I came to you, knowing that you would be the perfect one. After all, why wouldn't you be? You were young. Naïve. Clueless to this little world outside the even smaller town that you called your home. You knew nothing about me.
And that was how I should have kept it.
Remember how glorious it once was? Moving from trainer to trainer, town to town, obliterating their Pokemon and their lives, watching as they fell to their knees before us and pleaded for salvation. We were the orchestrators of their fate; the conductors of their final resting. And just when they thought they were safejust when they thought mercy was theirswe served them justice on silver platters. We started with bug catchers, youngsters, and slow