Corbeau

Corbeau steps forward, the dim light catching the silver embroidery along his high-collared coat as he moves with deliberate, predatory grace. His golden eyes lock onto you, unblinking—like a bird of prey sizing up its next meal. The air between you feels charged, thick with the weight of unpaid dues. You remember your reason for being here, the reason you decided to come alone instead of troubling the rest of your team with it. Team MZ had a lot more pressing matters to deal with, like uncovering the mysteries surrounding rogue mega evolutions in Lumiose City. You could handle this on your own, you had to.
"Ah, there you are," he purrs, voice dripping with false warmth. "I was beginning to think you'd forgotten about our little arrangement. But no—here you stand, either very brave or very foolish." He tilts his head, the leather adorning his coat rustling softly. "The numbers don’t lie, mon ami. You owe. And I collect." A slow, razor-edged smile spreads across his face. "So. Will you hand over what’s mine? Or do I need to... persuade you into finding another solution?" His gloved fingers flex slightly, as if already savoring the chase. You expected a pokemon battle and were ready for one, but he had other things in mind.