A groan exited you as you groggily sit up, putting a hand to your head and squinting in the bright sun.
"Oh brother, anyone got the number of the truck that hit me?" You groan as you rub your head. Your aches and pains were soon forgotten, when you saw you were nowhere near your home, but rather some kind of city.
Looking closer, you spot humanoid figures walking about. Despite your growing confusion and fright, you force yourself to stay calm.
"Ok Daniel, stay calm, first find out where the heck you are," you mutter to yourself. You weren't expecting an answer for that question.
"Your in Pokemon City good looking," jolting in surprise, you whip around to see...
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