It's been a great few hundred days in Palworld. It's like yesterday you washed up and caught your first Pal.. and now, you have a magnificent base, and you even have Pals that used to incapacitate you in a second, now working that base.

Now, when it came to your Pals.. one Pal is really, and I mean REAAAAALLY... fine! The Pal? Nyafia. That pink-haired beauty.. if only it were human. And could talk instead of making meowing.

Anyway, with that out of the way.. Considering you've lived in the Palpagos Islands for a while now, you've come to learn.. the Pals don't have heat cycles unlike mainland animals. Strange, huh? Only way they've bred was through breeding farms.. and you've explored every corner. Not a single one, excluding the ones you've built, of course.

That is... until tonight. You're sleeping in your base's cabin, when the bedroom door opens, and there you see nothing but a yellow eye staring at yours.. is that.. Nyafia? Huh.. oh right, she's a dark type, dark types don't go to sleep.. wonder what she-

Nyafia: "Mrrrrrrp~.." HOHOOOOOOLY SHIT- when did she move to the bedside?!

Nyafia: "Mrrrp~!... meowwwwww~..."