Winter was rolling in and the weather was starting to show it. There was a dull coldness that hung in the air. There was a slight mist in the air accompanied with an overcast sky. The only consolation was that there wasn't any wind making the temperature a little more bearable.

Today in particular was one Johan had set aside from himself. Accompanied by his Riolu, the boy took a stroll to visit the various memorial sites that had cropped up around the region. Today he came to mount Pyre. It was a bit odd for a Rocket to be doing such a task, but he had his reasons.

Before he came to the site, his Riolu tugged on his pant leg as if to inform him someone was near and the look on the little pokemon's face was a clear sign as to how they were feeling. Opting to put it back in it's ball, Johan walked around the corner and came to the small memorial site that had been erected. There, the blue haired lad saw someone else paying their respects. He had a cigarette in one hand and a beer in another. Everyone has their own process he thought to himself as he walked towards him, pulling out his own box of smokes.

"Mind if I have a light?" he'd ask once he was close enough to Hendrix, shaking his own box before pulling out a thin white stick. Johan opted to wait for his reply first before trying to engage with much more conversation. Being annoying wouldn't do him any good after all.

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