How? How could this happen? One moment, my tropical island resort was officially open. And then the next thing I know, some of the plant species that were supposed to have been driven away come out, attack, and ruin everything! Talk about rotten luck. Thankfully, I had a contingency plan for something like this. There's an underground shelter I prepared for emergencies, to keep those… things out. I said as I kept my eyes front and center at the elevator door. That’s right. I will survive and get out of here. I’ll definitely survive. I say in my head as I bite on my thumb’s nail anxiously. Eventually, the elevator’s door opens and I step out. Luckily, there’s a cruiser prepared in the back harbor. I can go and stay there until things calm down.