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Silence, barring the sounds of rain and wind greets your question as you pan your torch around.

He's here... The voice from before says inside your head, laced with fear.

You hear footsteps behind you and turn with the others to see a young man wearing a haughty expression walking up behind you, holding an umbrella in one hand and a Devon Scope in the other.

"Hmph. An old ruin? How very droll." He says to himself. "I expect you're here attempting to keep me from my prize?" He asks.

"You." Martha says coldly.

You don't need Meowth to confirm it, just your father's description and that haughty attitude makes it clear that this is the fucker who wrecked your house and tried to steal Latias.

"Oh? What is a trainer of quality like yourself doing here in this dreary hamlet, Martha Saint Rose?" He asks, turning a vaguely interested look her way.

"I could ask you the same question, Lawrence." Martha replies. "You're not beating the allegations this time, you fuck." She adds.

Lawrence arches an eyebrow.

"Oh? What allegations?" He asks.

>Enough! (Battle)
>Walk up and beat the living shit out of this fuck.
>Who the hell do you think you are?
>What the hell are you trying to pull here?
>Other