With Gengar away, there was no one to answer Dawn's question.
Makomo took out her phone to look things up. After scrolling for a long while, she raised her head.
"There isn't much information online, just fragments of legends." She paused. "But one detail seems fairly reliable. A girl really did die of illness around here back then, and the timing matches the year the bridge was built."
"What about Abra?" Cheryl asked.
Makomo shook her head. "I don't know. The information didn't mention it."
Dawn held her teacup, her head lowered in a long silence, then suddenly looked up. "Shouldn't we help her rest in peace?"
Everyone looked at her.
"I mean..." Dawn's voice was hesitant. "If Abra really kept her here, but she didn't want this herself, then has she been waiting all this time? Waiting for someone who could help her?"
Cheryl gently took Dawn's hand without saying anything.
Makomo adjusted her glasses and looked at Xia You. "From a folklore perspective, legends like these often have a basis in reality. If that girl's soul really was kept here by psychic powers, then in theory, it could be freed."
Xia You had remained silent the whole time. He simply sat there, his gaze resting on the gray sky outside the door.
It's going to rain...
"We'll know once we meet her." He finally spoke, his voice calm. "Someone who's been dead for years still frequently appearing on a bridge and standing there doesn't seem right, no matter how you look at it. Maybe she really does need someone to help her."
Dawn blinked. "But... how do we find her? We're not ghosts. We can't just stand on the bridge and shout, can we?"
Xia You smiled and reached for a Poké Ball at his waist.
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