Myong
Attempting to prevent the cold night temperature from getting the best of him, a young boy gathered firewood to help combat the cold with flames of warmth at the campfire. The boy was Allister, the Silent boy of mystery and Ghostly Gym Leader of Galar. He decided that camping would be a wonderful way to spend time with his fellow Pokémon. Piece by piece, his Gengar and Cursola were helping Allister gather the firewood and to prevent any harm to happen to the young boy. "*Bea was right after all. Camping sure is fun...*" Allister would say, despite not having even started to camp out. He hadn't even set up his Tent. A 12 year of boy couldn't handle these sort of situations. Nonetheless he continued forward
Gary
The cold night had blanketed the forest with its ethereal veil. Within that biome of wintry bark, a woman found herself lost. Many individuals knew the woman in question as Alba, an ex-champion of Kalos and dutiful headmistress of a prestigious academy. "Elena, dear, are you sure this is the right way to the bakery?" The woman addressed a creature that, just like her, was clad in a combination of dark and reddish hues. "Weavile," The clawed companion nonchalantly responded from a small rock in which she rested on her side. Alba pouted, unhappy that she had missed her chance to acquire fresh donuts and was lost within the woods. 

Much to her delight, Alba saw the warm glow of a fire peering through the trees. Gently parting brush and bramble, Alba emerged from the wood. Given her choice of attire, Alba looked like a crimson-clawed specter shaped by shadows. "Hi hi," She immediately broke her air of mystique, waving at the patrons of fire. Her voice was warm and sweet, additionally characterized by a level of energy that one would not expect from someone lost in the woods. Elena, who remained by Alba's side, gave a single nonchalant wave before she returned to her most inner thoughts. Elena most resembled a lazy cat, one that would particularly dislike Mondays.
Myong
Allister jumped back a bit, scared so suddenly. He was unaware that another person lurked nearby. "*U-Uh...*" He nervously mumbled. Quickly, Gengar and Cursola went into their defensive positions, but Allister called them off. They obviously didn't mean no harm. The people of this island were all nice. To his knowledge, there wasn't a single criminal or villain hiding on the island. With a sigh of relief and a nervous gulp, Allister approached the friendly stranger, while also still keeping his distance. He was known for not doing quite well with others. The little greeting slowly and quietly left his mouth. "*H-Hello, ma'am...*"