Two years ago a man came into my laboratory. He said his name was Red. He wanted to take one of my starters, the Charmander. He offered me money. I declined. Any professor would. That night, as I was leaving my office, I was attacked. He threw a sack over my head, he hogtied me, and he drove me out into Lavender town. And when he pulled the hood off, I was kneeling in front of an open grave, with a gun pointed at my head. That was my introduction to Red. From that moment on, there hasn't been a minute that I wasn't afraid. Yeah. I worked for him. I made a lot of money. I observed the Pokemon he caught. But that's not why I did it. I did it because I knew what he would do to me if I refused. Over and over, I thought about going to the police. I even thought about talking to Agent Looker. But I knew that Red would kill me, wherever I was. And I was right. You look it up. October 4, 2009. He murdered ten men inside three gyms in the space of two minutes. Electrocuted. Drowned. A man was burned alive by his Charizard. They even killed one of my colleagues, an assistant professor. He was cooperating with the police. Officer Jenny. The news said he was stabbed by vines from a Venusaur. So, yeah, when it all blew up, I ran. But not from the police. From him. People think Red might be dead, but is he really? He's still out there, somewhere on some mountain. Mrs. Cynthia... you are looking at a man who has lost everything. My profession. My family. My freedom. I have... I have nobody. I have nothing.
