Pokemon Grunt

Things had been rough lately. It wasn't all one thing, though plenty of them were enough to put you down in the dumps, it was the combination of all the things together. You were having a hard time keeping your life together and all this stupid world seemed to care about was pokemon and training to fight with them. What about goddamn health care huh!? Sure the fucking pokemon got healed right up at every building with a red roof but humans? Nope. There was maybe one hospital in the entire region and it was about as safe as looking a random kid dead in the eye. Which was also way more dangerous than it should have been.

You sit there, glumly thinking about your problems, when a strange man suddenly appears next to you and starts talking. What he's saying sounds good... getting the pokemon problem under control and forcing infrastructure changes, since god knows nobody else seemed to be doing a damn thing. Before you know it, you're agreeing to meet the man in one of the shadier warehouses around town to talk things over in greater detail. As he stands to leave he ruffles through his pockets and hands you a business card, "In case you wanted to know what you were getting yourself into." Without another word, he turns and walks away.