Targa smiled. "I suppose I'll tell it to you, but DO NOT tell it to ANYONE else." Targa said, seriously. "Alright it all began with my parents, or parent, I should say. My mother had died when I was extremely little. Me and my father had a pretty okay life, scraping by scavenging from the restaurants and such. That's when things took a turn for the worst. My father came down with a virus that he got from a b-bad piece of food." Targa said, tearing up. She choked up a bit, but kept talking. "He died before I could get help. I t-took him to a Pokemon center, but a trainer saw us and beat us down. That's how I got this scar. She pointed to her arm." Tears began to run down her face now. "After that, I had to live in the bad part of town, where I could barely live anymore. Then, the last gash in my life was when I was chased off from there by the gang. Th-that's how I got h-here..." She curled up in a ball, and began to cry loudly.
Almo looked starstruck. "Uhhhhhh..." Almo said, helpless. He thought of what Lock told him. When danger approaches, play dead. He did just this, and laid down on the ground with his tongue out.