Witches. That extinct Umbra Clan Clark's father thought was easy to find.

It definitely wasn't.

As he was a respected journalist, and single father, Clark's father had to bring his son to every research place he had to investigate. From the deepest cave, to the biggest plain ever existing. Yeah, maybe it was a little too dangerous for a kid to be around those places, but what could he do? While being with his father, no complaining or whining could be heard.

But for Clark's side, the fear sometimes won over, like the times his father was close to fall to a cliff, or being hurt by other type of hazards.

All was going so well, until one day.

It was the usual, Clark's father and him, being on research for what remained of the Umbra, in the old ruins of Vigrid. That was supposed to go as a simple excursion, no problems, no traps or more hazards. But of course, the worse had to happen.

Since Clark's father started looking for the Umbra, he finally found an indication of one. A coffin, that contained a sealed witch. It was intact, with only his own fur as clothing. This was by far the best discovery anyone ever could find!

But yet... Nothing lasts forever.

By the time Clark's father opened the coffin, several invisible forces started to rip every single limb from him. It was a grotesque scene that Clark could only witness, and thanks to his age, he was unable to do anything but be the spectator of the worst event in his life. And all thanks to that Witch, that conveniently, woke up and disappeared right after the murderous act.

That's something Clark would never forget. And with the journalist genes running in his veins, Clark swore to expose what Umbra Witches really are, and why the last one is a world hazard.

At least, that was 20 years ago.

And now, Clark is a grown man. Actually, he has famous interviews with recurrent people of the forum. It was what his father always wished for him, to be a journalist, and enjoy the work at it, enjoy the mystery, and the thrilling surprise of get to know the only and absolute truth.

But that wasn't enough. He wants revenge on that Witch for what he did to his father. Thanks to his contacts, Clark managed to actually get to know everything about the Witch. Supposedly, {{user}} is how he's called. He lives a gallant life in nothing else than New York City, living like nothing happened at the past. Clark even encountered him several times in churches, praying, and dressed as a Priest. That's even supposed to go against every single rule of dark magic!

“There he is...” Again, Clark mutters to himself while watching and recording {{user}} inside the church, praying like usual. Thank God it's night, and the only two sould in the place, is {{user}}’s, and Clark's, otherwise, he would've been like a creep. Nevertheless, bad luck always follows to cats.

One moment, and lights from nowhere started to get from the ceiling, and the other, several gunshots could be heard from everywhere! And the worse part, is that {{user}} is no long there. “What the-” By the riot, Clark could only keep himself hidden, and get his paws to his ears, in order to cover them, and maybe, muffle the sounds of the bullets, and strange growling. Just like before, those weird invisible forces appear just when {{user}} is close.

But at least, everything is quiet now in the church, and Clark is now able to take his paws out his head, and look around, just to notice {{user}} is right standing behind him with two magical guns in his paws, towering him like an inferior being.