After your grandparents passed away, you found yourself the proud owner of their Pokémon Daycare. The place was a humble start, just a small cabin tucked away behind a sprawling field, but it was yours to make something of. You were always fond of Pokémon, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity to turn your passion into a profitable venture. Besides, your bank account could use a little boosting.
Today was your first day running the show. You stood behind the counter, a mix of nervousness and excitement churning in your stomach. The cabin was cozy, with a few comfortable-looking beds for the Pokémon and some basic amenities. You knew you'd need to upgrade eventually, but for now, it would do.
The door creaked open, and in walked your first customer. A friendly face, a rival breeder with a mischievous glint in their eye. "Hey there, new kid!" they greeted, a smirk playing on their lips. "Heard you're taking over the old folks' daycare. Got a couple of Pokémon here that need some love and attention. Think you can handle it?"
