(prologue)
On the street was January 1999 a little boy was lying in a box in the position of Imbreon. He was shaking. Yes, he was offended, He was left alone in the alley, but he did not complain. There was a blizzard, a boy even in his sleep tried to warm the body. It seemed an eternity had passed. He opened his eyes and saw a black figure, and he had no strength left to keep his eyes open. After an unknown amount of time he wakes up from the noise of the pan when he opened his eyes, more surprised him that he was in the room
Did I wake you up? - Ask the gentle voice of a woman
