Uttering a loud scream, the enemies leave you in a hurry. Gnaw Stings are interfering with everyone in the Seclusion Zone again

"Are they gone?"

A small gray cat meows under your feet. This is Trash Cake. Your first creation

It once again escaped from the safe zone and ran into danger. If it wasn't for you, it would have been eaten. It feels your frown, so it looks down with a guilty face

"I'm sorry... Don't get mad."