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She walks away from you back to the front of the room starting to explain your situation. “I rarely get visitors here, it’s not surprising to see why. This town, you can’t find it on your map, the cartographers that drew up the maps used through alola never made it here. Well…the ones that came back alive never made it here. You see, this town is like an embodiment of death. Nothing can live in here, nothing can survive here that isn’t me. All the pokemon here either died or ran away to greener pastures, there is no soil, only cold dead rocks alongside the cragged path are all you’ll find.” She chuckles slightly, “And now you will be the next to go.” She walks back towards you and runs the fingers of her left hand through your hair, her right hand she gingerly places atop your chest. Whispering seductively she tells you, “I’ve been so lonely lately. For years no one has found me, in desperation I’ve even taken to walking outside, do you know what it feels like to be that desperate? But now, I’ve found my next canvas at last.” A bead of sweat slides down the side of your face, your heart starts beating faster and your breathing grows heavier. Mina smiles and walks away towards a drawer. She shuffles through what sounds like an assortment of tools and pulls out a black pen with a cap on it. She twists off the cap and reveals a slender blade where the point and feed should be. She walks back towards you, the aimless gaze in her eyes becoming more and more focused until all you can see in the pupils of her gray eyes is your terrified expression. She presses the blade against your left cheek and slowly slides it across, just breaking the skin to let the bare amount of blood seep through the hairline scratch. Your heart races faster and your breath becomes more labored, you start shaking and screaming but it all comes out muffled. Mina lets out a flirtatious laugh before whispering into your ear, “Your trial starts now.”
