"Sir, would you mind signing to help protect our home?" As May ate her parfait, she heard a very pleasant voice. She instinctively looked up and saw a delicate-featured boy standing before her master with an earnest expression, looking at him expectantly, while her master looked somewhat awkward.
"Um, sorry, I'm not a resident of Cinnabar Island." Heath scratched his head. He had been quite happy to see someone come in, since he really was getting restless with nothing to do. If he had not already intended to take a break while he had the chance, he might have considered going somewhere else to do business. Although this place would become the bustling Pokémon Mansion in the future, with people everywhere, it clearly was not that busy haven for explorers yet. Heath even wondered whether, after he had taken away so many treasures, the future Pokémon Mansion could still become what it was supposed to be, or whether it would fade into obscurity like those houses abandoned in the wilderness.
There were uninhabited places in the Pokémon world, with empty houses everywhere. Even towns where people had once lived together had been known to become ghost towns. Nature could easily erase the traces of human existence. Heath felt a little conflicted. Did this count as inadvertently changing history?
Still, precisely because the Pokémon Mansion was completely deserted, Heath had found himself particularly idle after choosing this location, with absolutely nothing to do. He had been very much looking forward to a customer coming in, but although a customer had indeed arrived, it had turned out to be this particular person.
Of course Heath recognized the man before him; he had seen him just yesterday. He was a brave soul who wanted to protect Cinnabar Island and keep it from being