Earlier that morning, while Alex had left to hunt down a Crobat nest and Vera had gone to take her Chief Breeder certification exam, Kyle Mason, a forr father of two, was going through his usual work routine.
He lived in a rundown apartnt on the north side of Vermilion City, far from the affluent southern district known for its beaches. His apartnt was nothing more than a place to sleep, as he spent most of his ti working at a nearby warehouse.
He got out of bed and stared at the frad picture of his wife and two daughters.
With a quiet sigh, he headed to the kitchen. There, he heated up the sa prepackaged ground Pokémon at he ate every day in the microwave. It was poor man's food, nothing compared to the fruits, berries, and vegetables enjoyed by the rest of the 10 million people living inside the city. Food he used to thrive on as well.
He shoveled it down, washing it away with tap water. Then he changed into his overalls and made his way to the warehouse where he worked.
The district was old and dirtier than the clean streets at the heart of the city. Holess people were scattered about, unwilling or unable to put in the effort to get a place of their own.
He, like them, survived on the League's so-called "charity
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