Someone. He was searching for someone, to whom though? He didn't know, but he was.
The existence of ultra wormholes, wormholes that led to alternate realities and even entire new universes all together, was a curious existence. Unfortunately, peopl...
Ultra Wormholes were fascinating things. They can appear in all sorts of places, shapes, and effects on the environment. Sometimes, even Ultra Beasts, - that somewhat resemble Pokémon, but are also not - come out to wreak havoc.
Counter measures have been made to prevent further destruction, and sometimes to even send the Ultra Beasts back to their Wormhole.
However, only the people of the Alola Region and important centralised members of the leagues all over the world know even about it. It was an open secret to the public elsewise.
People disappearing via Ultra Wormholes were rare, but never impossible.
Eyes fluttering open, Albert quickly realised he was not anywhere he was familiar with.
Gothic yet serenic, that was one word he could describe where he was at. Thorns that coiled on trees were everywhere, the grass was a mystical blue hue, and strangely even, there was a crooked moon with very few stars.
Sitting up, Albert instinctually reached up to scratch the scars on his neck, but when he did, he felt something wet on his neck. Taking his fingers off his neck, he looked at them, and eyes widened in horror as there was fresh blood on them.
Clutching his neck to prevent any further bleeding, he hurriedly looked for his belongings only to see them a few feet away from him. Reaching over to grab it, he searched for a handkerchief before pulling one out and pressed it on his neck, to which he finally felt a familiar sting of pain from a fresh wound.
Eyes wide in mild panic, Albert gathered his things before standing up, only to trip with his ill-fitted shoes.
Wait- ill-fitted shoes!? His shoes were the right fit, specifically and tailored made to fit his feet. How's that possible?
