>>58928376WHAT IF YOU WNET BACK TO AFRICA FOREVER
Champion Cynthia was missing. A week with no contact was unheard of. Search parties scoured Route 210, finding nothing but a faint, dragged trail in one clearing that vanished at a stream.
The International Police, led by Looker, were baffled. No ransom, no motive, no body. It was a ghost story.
Then, two weeks after her disappearance, a hiker found something glinting in the sun near the base of a tree on Route 215. It was a distinctive, ornate hairpiece, one half of the pair Cynthia was never without. It was cleaned of all organic matter, polished by digestive acids and the elements. A few days later, a child playing in the shallows of Lake Valor found the other.
The news broke like a tsunami. Champion Cynthia was not just missing. She was dead. Murdered. The evidence suggested something monstrous, something that could consume a human whole and leave only hard, inorganic traces.
Rumors ran wild. Wild Pokémon attack. A secret, powerful enemy. The region was shrouded in grief and paranoia. Dawn, her protégé, was inconsolable, vowing vengeance but feeling utterly lost. The Elite Four was in disarray. The seat of power was empty, and a cold, silent fear settled over the League.
Team Plasma made no public claim. They didn’t need to. The act itself was the message, and it had been received. In the shadows, their influence grew. Trainers began to fear traveling alone. The wilderness, once a place of adventure, was now viewed with suspicion.
