”So she's not here either, then?”

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Gwynn has gone missing. Where could she be?

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The streets of Lumiose City had never felt so vast.

For all the years Ivor had spent fighting, training, and protecting the people who called the city home, he had never felt as powerless as he did now. The towering buildings, the crowded avenues, and the endless maze of streets that normally represented progress and opportunity had become something else entirely—a place hiding the one person he cared about most.

Gwynn was missing.

And for once, strength alone could not solve the problem.

Ivor had searched every corner of Lumiose he could think of. The usual training grounds, the places she liked to visit, the areas where she might have gone if she needed time alone—he had checked them all. His Falinks marched beside him in formation, their normally confident steps becoming more urgent with every passing hour. His other Pokémon remained close, ready to help search wherever he needed them.

The members of the Fist of Justice had spread throughout the city, following every possible lead, but Ivor refused to sit back and wait. He needed to find her himself.

Because Gwynn was not just his little sister.

She was the person who had stood beside him before anyone believed in his ideals. The person who saw past his loud speeches, his stubbornness, and his obsession with becoming stronger. She knew the person behind the image of the fearless leader of the Fist of Justice.

And now she was gone.

For once, the normally booming voice of Ivor had grown quieter. His usual grin had disappeared, replaced by a look of determination that bordered on desperation. Every passing minute only pushed him harder.

He walked through the streets of Lumiose, questioning citizens, checking unfamiliar areas, and searching for any sign that could lead him to Gwynn. Even when others told him to rest, he refused. Justice meant protecting those who could not protect themselves—and there was no one he would fight harder for than his own family.

Still, beneath his confidence and determination was a fear he refused to admit aloud.

What if he was too late?

Ivor tightened his fist, the Falinksite on his glove catching the city lights as he looked across another unfamiliar section of Lumiose. Falinks gathered beside him, standing ready. His other Pokémon waited nearby, watching their trainer carefully.

He took a deep breath.

"Gwynn..." he called out, his voice echoing through the streets. "Wherever you are... I'm coming for you."