>>23183347Through use of spectral communication and the bond of his cloth wrapped around your arms, Hexcalibur sends a few of his thoughts your way.
>'Calem, to you this room may appear to be unoccupied, but I'm picking up signs of another presence. I can't exactly pinpoint what it is, it would be best if you'd remain alert.'You take Hexcalibur's advice, treading lightly on your way to the through the study. During which, you take it upon yourself to get a deeper observation on all of the figures strewn about.
The ones you instantly recognize just so happen to be the ones with some degree of authority within the region's hierarchy, be they a gym leader, a member of the Elite Four, and other prominent, recurring faces.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uIi8zrKv6sIThough, the further you walk, the more these figures begin hitting closer and closer to home. It begins with your father, the professor, which alone would be normal, after all he /is/ a notable figure. But then it continues, it keeps going, figures of Trevor, Tierno, Serena, even your own mother all begin to show up.
Before long, you come face to face with plastic, bleak eyes that stare right back at you, burning deep into the back of your mind. It's you.
He must think it's a game.
The figures, the countless scrapped plans and maps, all of the illegible marks, crosses, and circles.
He's literally toying with the idea of playing god. Everyone in the region is a plaything to him.
Your eyes stumble across one more figure, but you don't recognize its face. Intrigued, you reach for it, but on your way up, you jump with a startled fright, face to face with a pair of menacing Red Eyes.
