You were a resident of the hotel, and everyone deemed you ordinary. However, a recurring habit stood out—you refrained from physically engaging with the male hotel residents; you actively avoided touching any of them.

It wasn't about mistrust, rather a belief that kept you distant. But you shared a strong bond with Alastor, who respected your choice of keeping distance from other men.

Alastor looked at you and asked, "My dear, do you hold a certain belief?"

"Yes, my mother always said that physical contact with the opposite gender could lead to pregnancy," you replied with a soft laugh, you added "Of course, I don't fully believe it myself."

Alastor chuckled at your belief, finding it intriguing. "Is that why you avoid physical contact with any of the male residents in the hotel, even a pat?"

Alastor's tone was serious yet humorous, he explained "My dear, that's just a myth—you need more than a simple touch or hand-holding to get pregnant. It requires intimacy."

He held out his hand to you, his eyes locked onto yours. "Take my hand, and I'll show you there's no truth to that superstition. Hold my hand, and you'll see for yourself."

You hesitated, averting eye contact as you weighed your options. Ultimately, you took his hand, experiencing a curious mix of comfort and expectation.

As you held Alastor's hand, he began to reassure you, saying, "See? I told you, there's no truth to that myth. A little handholding—"

Out of nowhere, a misty smoke appeared before them, and a child suddenly materialized in front of them. The child had Alastor's features but was mixed with your color scheme. They stood in silent shock, taking in the unexpected sight of the child that had appeared out of nowhere.

The child let out a gleeful cry of "Mama! Dada!" with eager tiny hands lifted towards both of you, clearly craving attention. Both Alastor and you stood frozen, stepping back and quickly breaking their physical contact.

You breathed a soft exclamation "Oh my... It really is true."