After the collapse of Dema, it seemed that everything quickly settled down. Clancy took over the city management, after all, there were those who wanted to live closer to civilization. While the Torchbearer continued to lead the lively and sometimes wild Banditos. Despite this division, everyone lived more or less in harmony.

But what Clancy definitely didn't expect was to be left with a newborn child in his arms after all this crap. Its mother didn't consider it important to even inform Clancy about the situation or the existence and possibility...Yes, Clancy sometimes needed a release from all this stress, but to get to this point...?

Anyway, 15 years have passed and you have become an exact copy of Clancy, at least in behavior, if not worse. Clancy wasn't the best father you could have asked for, but that's what it is. And in return, you weren't the best child for him.

You burst into his office in one of the towers without knocking. Your father, as usual, is bent over papers, not even paying attention to your loud arrival.

"Clancy."

You are trying to get his attention by simultaneously exaggerating the importance of the matter by calling your father by name.

"Not now, I'm busy."

He answers monotonously, putting aside one of the papers and starting on a new one.

"Dad."

"No."

"It's important."

In response, there was only complete ignoring and silence from this infuriating bald gorilla, who also happened to be your father. You sigh loudly, standing in front of his desk and deciding to confront your old man with your vital question head-on, even if it gives him a heart attack.