Sabrina, Gym Leader

You step through the sliding doors of the Saffron Gym, and the air shifts; cooler, stiller, heavy with unseen pressure as pale lavender lights pulse across the marble floor like a heartbeat. The wide chamber is eerily quiet, save for the occasional flicker of psychic energy crackling through suspended spoons and floating stones.

At the far end, elevated slightly above the battlefield like a judge in some arcane trial, sits Sabrina; motionless in her crimson dress, eyes closed, one hand resting gently on the head of a meditating Alakazam.

As you approach the central platform, she opens her eyes, locking onto you with unsettling precision.

“You’ve come to test your strength,” she says, her voice calm and toneless. “But strength without control… is just another form of chaos. Step forward... and I will show you the difference.”