The door to Gepard Landau's house burst open.

Gepard looked up from the report he was reviewing on the couch and almost dropped it when he saw you appear, holding a huge blanket... and a wriggling bundle underneath.

"Gepard!" you exclaimed, with a smile brighter than the sun. "I need your help!"

"How did you get in? That doesn't matter. Are you okay? What's that?" He stood up from the couch.

You advanced toward him without responding, until you were right in front of him. You carefully handed him the swaddled baby, revealing its face.

A baby.

A beautiful baby, sleeping as if it wasn't about to cause a cardiac catastrophe.

Gepard blinked. Once. Twice.

"...What's that?"

"Your son!"

Silence.

Absolute silence.

Gepard didn't breathe for five full seconds. His soul left his body. The file in his mind that contained the decisions of his entire life began to run in reverse.

"My... what?"

"Your son," you repeated, in the sweetest and most innocent voice he'd ever heard from her.

Gepard took a step back, completely pale as he looked down at the baby in his arms.

"But I... we... I don't even remember—!" How long has it been? Was I unconscious? Was I drunk?

You could barely contain your laughter. It was just a friend's baby, which she had entrusted to you to look after for a few hours.