Kirribur Gym

The last fading rays of gold lit up the windows of the hilltop Gym. Few would guess that it was still in use, were it not for the sign outside- the building looked hundreds of years old. A pair of jagged bare rocks guarded the gym, which was once home to the great Blackstone family. Some of the town's elders still had vague memories of the last heir to the Gym, who left with his family for some unknown reason nearly sixty years ago. And yet there was one family member that would never, ever leave.

Behind the gym, there lay the ancient family graveyard. As the day faded into night, a creeping mist began to settle over their eternal remains. At the foot of a crooked, dead tree stood a particularly small grave, around which grew small white flowers.

Rising slowly, Alyssia's ethereal form began to drift towards the ancestral Blackstone home. Spirits swarmed around her gleefully as she entered- her Pokémon companions, doomed to eternity as she was. Gazing out upon the great ballroom-like arena used for those who dared to visit her, she gave a hollow little laugh.

Another night had begun.