On route five, a teenager was walking down the main road. He had a backpack on his back, filled with supplies. He was searching for humans to get back to his town to feed the town he lived in. He helped support them, as they took care of him, and spared him...plus, the deal. He favored the deal, even though it was a little bit of work. He knew he was in a lot less danger than any human. He'd been branded on the neck with a unique mark that had appeared in the dream all the pokemon that had gotten the ability had seen. It would be a sign saying not to eat him. Of course...he had to point it out first.