In one corner of the room, right beside a gigantic pair of speakers, was a tall Gardevoir. The Gardevoir seemed to be attempting to fight off a Zoroark, causing numerous equipment to go flying all across the room in their wild battle. The dark bipedal fox growled, trying to reach a panel beside the speakers, possibly to turn off the obnoxiously loud music. The Gardevoir, on the other hand, was trying to drag it away from the panel, using its psychic powers to throw various objects at the dark type. Muffled and mixed in the music were their relentless growls and screeches, causing the small items nearby to vibrate from the loud sounds.
A large distance away from the fighting duo was a lanky, yet meek-looking boy clad in a tattered lab coat. He seemed to have dark hair, with a pair of large round glasses perched up on his nose, obscuring his eyes. He seemed to be visibly shaken, with some parts of his clothes tattered and shredded. It seemed as though he had tried to intervene with the fight earlier, but ended in vain. He looked over to the sound of the young girl's voice, both terrified and nervous as he realized he had been unable to pacify the pokemon before the trainers had arrived.
Hastily fixing himself, the trembling boy walked over to the girl. He forced a smile on his face, trying to ignore the ruckus behind him. "H-hello. Welcome to Redwood Laboratory. H-how may I help you?"