After another failed attempt to root out the mafia in their midst, the trainers of ASB Central are understandably dejected as they shuffle back to their nighttime haunts, feeling more alone and hunted than ever in the chilly darkness. This nightmare of a "game" they've been playing with the mafia seems to have stretched on forever, and without any victories to show for the time they've invested, they naturally feel quite discouraged.
This somber mood is not improved by the discovery they make the next morning--that another one of their number has been culled by that shadowy organization. This time it is Kusarigamaitachi (not the mastermind) who's fallen victim to the mafia's killing spree. Lying headless at the center of a cluster of pokémon that were similarly decapitated while attempting to defend it, its corpse is but another sign that the innocents are running out of time to turn the tide against their ghastly opponents.
Kusarigamaitachi is dead. It was not mafia.
Forty-eight hours, roughly, for discussion.
This somber mood is not improved by the discovery they make the next morning--that another one of their number has been culled by that shadowy organization. This time it is Kusarigamaitachi (not the mastermind) who's fallen victim to the mafia's killing spree. Lying headless at the center of a cluster of pokémon that were similarly decapitated while attempting to defend it, its corpse is but another sign that the innocents are running out of time to turn the tide against their ghastly opponents.
Kusarigamaitachi is dead. It was not mafia.
Forty-eight hours, roughly, for discussion.