Chapter One: Freaking Pocket Monsters
Jace clenched the straps of his backpack as he exited the cab. Jeez, this place is grittier than Lumiose..., he thought. He glanced around at some shady-looking businesses and a broken-into pokemon accessory store. Jace had not yet ventured into the profession of Pokemon, but the nineteen year-old was excited at the prospect, especially after the reinstatement of the Gym Association last year. He pulled a small pokeball, empty of course, out of his left pocket, then proceeded to toss it up and down, as a baseball player might toy with a baseball. As he did this, he scanned the businesses and shops along the street.