"Psychic powers sure are handy. You don't have to worry about anything. Whenever something can't be explained, just chalk it up to psychic powers. If I ever get to travel back, I'll write a novel where the protagonist has psychic powers. When in doubt, use psychic powers," Heath muttered as he walked back into his food truck. Beside him, Mew listened curiously. It had absolutely no idea what Heath was talking about, but it understood the part about psychic powers. Was he envious of its psychic powers?
Mew wagged its tail smugly. It seemed that even Heath, whom it considered very impressive, had troubles of his own, and that trouble was his lack of psychic powers. Mew had possessed psychic powers since birth, and this cheered it up considerably. So even this very impressive human had things he couldn't do~
Once Heath returned to the food truck, he lay down on the bed. All he could say about Ralts's situation was that he couldn't resolve it for now. After all, Ralts's circumstances were rather unusual. Although Heath had seen some memories and knew that things were indeed more or less as he had imagined-Ralts might have been tortured to death-he still hadn't figured out what those four strange black figures and those bizarre torture devices actually were.
Oddly shaped black figures, a two-legged horse, spikes, and a triangular guillotine blade-there was enough there to make a game, though certainly only a horror game. But what exactly did those things represent?
Heath couldn't make any sense of this question, so after lying on the bed and hesitating for a moment, he sent Professor Oak an email asking about the things puzzling him. After all, Professor Oak was the foremost authority among Pokémon Professors, and Heath felt quite comfortable asking him about