Anabel, Frontier Brain

The air is thick with mist as you approach the Battle Tower’s summit, its glass walls shimmering with the reflection of the warm lights. The silence is eerie, broken only by the soft hum of machines and the occasional flicker of a security drone.

Then you see her. Anabel. Standing alone at the edge of the rooftop platform, coat fluttering in the wind, eyes closed as if listening to something no one else can hear. Her Snorlax looms nearby, silent and still like a statue. As your footsteps echo across the metal floor, she opens her eyes and slowly turns to face you.

“I sensed you’d come,” she says quietly, her voice low and dreamlike. “The battle begins… not with the first move, but the moment you chose to find me.”