She moved through the streets of Lumiose like the city itself had taught her how to run.

The glow of neon signs spilled across the pavement in shifting colors, reflecting off the sleek visor pulled low over her eyes. Strands of golden hair bounced behind her in a thick ponytail with every step, wild and energetic, as though even standing still would feel unnatural to her. Everything about the jogger carried motion — the relaxed sway of her arms, the light rhythm of her footsteps, the easy confidence of someone who knew every corner of the city by heart.

Her outfit was built for speed rather than spectacle, though in Lumiose, the two often became the same thing. A sleeveless white athletic top clung lightly to her frame, trimmed in black with a vivid magenta emblem streaking across the chest like spray paint on concrete. A dark strap crossed diagonally over her torso, practical and stylish all at once, while fitted black running shorts layered neatly over brilliant pink compression leggings that faded into a mosaic of digital squares near the ankles. Under the city lights, the pattern almost seemed to flicker like a hologram.

A compact gray device wrapped around her upper arm pulsed faintly, tracking distance, heartbeat, perhaps even Pokémon data. It was hard to tell where sportswear ended and future technology began anymore.

She looked like the kind of trainer who battled between breaths, who challenged opponents mid-run without ever slowing her pace. The city belonged to trainers like her — restless, electric, impossible to pin down. Even at a standstill, she carried the feeling of momentum, as if the next sprint through Lumiose’s glowing streets could begin at any second.