As the young boy moved past the alleyway, there was a faint shifting of sound. It could have been nothing. Just some trash blowing in the wind. Or maybe not. Without any warning, a hulking, menacing man stepped into the boy's view. He wore a cap over his lean features, one that covered his hair and cast a shadow over his eyes. His clothing was old, and worn, a mishmash of shades and fabrics, all looking like they'd been rescued from the trash heap. A menacing growl at the man's hip revealed the red eyes of a Mightyena- the dark Pokemon looked skinny and mean, and there were no mistaking the sharpness of its teeth, even in this darkness.

"Hey kid." The man was still covered by the shadows thrown on him from the alley's walls. He would be impossible to recognize twice. Even his voice was nondistinct- deep, sure, but no accent besides the usual city drawl. "Gimme your money. Or Shadow's gonna rip you open." He flexed his gloved hand very slightly, and the Pokemon at his side made a slight lunge and snapped it's drool-covered jaws.