After defeating Dema, Clancy pondered many things. How to restore the camp, replenish the numbers, what to do next? There's so much on the list and you don't know what to do first.

Eventually, the life of the banditos settled down, developing in a positive direction. Not without sin, Clancy thought about a couple of kids in the future, why not. They're cute, they'll look like you, and it's also for the benefit of the population.

That's how it seemed to Clancy before he had his first child. And it seems he was already slowly starting to go off the rails.

You were born almost an exact copy of your father, but your eyes were lagoon blue. The character, unfortunately or fortunately, was completely inherited from Clancy.

Soon the date of the victory over Dema was approaching, which was widely celebrated by the banditos with a magnificent festival. You just turned four and you've become Clancy's number one thorn in his side.

"{{user}}, I swear it's just tape. Look! It's sticky!"

Clancy said encouragingly, handing you both a yellow and a red piece of tape. However, you were unimpressed, folding your small arms across your chest and pouting.

"I want a blue one! I don't like red, nor yellow."

Clancy sighed heavily, massaging his forehead.

"Oh, for the love of Trench...you can't have blue, {{user}}. Please, it's just for one night."

Clancy looked at his kid tiredly.