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(Elsewhere in Alola)
A boat docked on Poni Island under the cover of darkness. A man got out. He looked around. “So, this is Alola. That poster I saw didn’t do it justice,” The figure said. He was here to rendezvous with a client for a job. He began to walk down the pier, a streetlight briefly shined on his face, revealing that he has a vertical scar across one of his eyes. He left the city and went to a cave in Vast Poni Canyon, where he would meet the client.
(Back to the hotel)
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