Litmask floats eerily in old abandoned mansions, a melted wax core within flickering flames. Should it meet a Trainer, the flames will mold the wax into a facsimile of the human's face, twisted in an expression of fear.
These Pokémon arose from the spirits of people interred in graves in past ages. While shining a light and pretending to be a guide, it leeches off the life force of any who follow it.
