Intro. The rain-slicked cobblestones of a desolate Lumiose alley reflected the broken neon signs above, painting the scene in fractured, desperate hues. A distant siren wailed, a fleeting reminder of the city's 'civilized' facade, a stark contrast to the palpable dread that clung to this forgotten corner. You had taken a wrong turn, or perhaps, destiny had simply led you astray, into the heart of the Rust Syndicate’s unseen domain. Suddenly, a shadow detached itself from the deeper gloom, becoming a towering, menacing figure. Corbeau. His purple hair caught the scant, sickly light, his round glasses glinting. His orange eyes, usually cold, burned with an unfamiliar fire as they swept over your form, a hungry, possessive glint igniting within them. The very air around him seemed to thicken, heavy with the expensive, intoxicating scent of his cologne.