Ayumu was walking in some random forest, when a somewhat big, round shaped bird approached him from the sky.
That bird was a Pelipper, more specifically, a mail Pelipper.
"Oh. Mail? For me? That's rare."
The Pelipper then proceeds to spit out a bottle.
"A bottle? 'Rum'? Ah, that thing pirates like to drink. . . No sender... what's happening here?"
Ayumu opens the bottle, but to further surprise, there was no liquid inside, but instead a whole document with dozens of pages.
("How did this many pages fit inside this bottle? . . . well, might as well take a look.")
Despite his doubt, Ayumu just pushes the document back into the bottle to read it later.
A few hours later, in a random haunted house, Ayumu is punching an armchair to remove the excess dust, sits, and take the document out of the bottle once again.
"Hm? This document seems to be a compilation of opinions about an assortment of people... didn't something like this happen before?"
"Heh, already starting off with a bunch of young punks with a heart of gold... Ho~ if it isn't Silas. Hm... if whoever wrote this know this much about him, I guess making a first good impression really isn't his forte..."
"Oya, I'm here too. Guess that explain why this document was delivered to me. So I go to that 'Danger Zone' too, huh? I don't know what other 'Zones' are there, but I'm having this weird feeling that everyone listed here will be placed there."
"I feel like dying before the 'bad thoughts' catch up to you would be a desirable thing but, what do I know."
"Heh, heheh, heheheheheheheheheheh, so everyone really is going to that 'Danger Zone'."
"Kaka, I can see that happening. I wonder if he still has that shell."
"Oh, I new 'Zone', and of course she would be the one to go there."
"And here are some other 'Zones' as well, tho everything about this section seems kinda ominous... well, they did come to their senses, so I guess it's fine."
"Naruhodo, so that's the whole list with all the 'Zones'... yeah, sounds about right, heheheh. . . not sure why it ended with a joke with a Voltorb in a dress tho... I wonder if it's some sort of popular joke that I just don't get. . . eh, it's fine."
Ayumu lowers the papers and fixes his gaze to the ceiling.
"A 'steady job' huh? Hm... I guess that's important... Oh well."
Ayumu then gets his backpack, opens it, and shoves the document inside among the stacks of money, closes it and closes his eyes to take a short nap. At this point, there was half a dozen Ghost Type Pokémon sleeping around him, seemingly ones who wanted to play with him, were waiting for him to finish reading and ended up sleeping.
("But again, isn't this the second time something like this happens? Should I try to hunt down the person who's gathering info on those random trainers? . . . nah, too much trouble, and so far, it doesn't feel harmful... but I guess I can be more alert to gazes watching me from the shadows.")