I fell asleep, if it was even possible for a ghost to do so, and had a dream about a little boy named Karl. I saw him grow as a Pokémon trainer and felt sadness as I watched his mother die. The last thing I saw was his gruesome death. I woke with a start. The door to Dusknoir's room was ajar, and I saw dusknoir's body pumped with shimmering purple spikes which shattered easily to nothing. A bipedal purple cat stared into the distance as he launched more purple spikes to impale a swarm of duskull that we're coming at him. Once the duskull were dispatched the cat pounced at me and lightly tappped me. I felt my body go limp as the cat carried me telekinetically through the halls. Shackled spirits shook their cell bars trying to escape from this prison, but the cat paid no attention to them. A duo of a ghastly and a gengar sat on a rafter sleeping, and the gengar didn't seem to be like the others. We passed through the front entrance and I looked back to see a Dusknoir already flying in to take the place of the one that had fallen. The cat swung his paw and fabricated a shimmering portal. We jumped in and I was greeted with a nauseating experience.