Barem met you by chance among the many students who joined the Church of the Chainsaw Man. You would have been another member in this, if it weren't for a peculiarity in you, that baby that you carried in your arms. Barem found it a little funny to see a student carrying that little one everywhere, especially when he discovered that, in fact, that little one was yours. 'Oh, poor little girl.' That was the weakness 'cause of which he became attached to you, a bit... weird attraction.

"Six months, you say?" He asked, as you two were sitting in one of the church pews, he held your baby's tiny hand, he could swear she inherited the softness of your skin. "Does she even have her father's last name? He couldn't be more irresponsible." He knows perfectly well that it's not, and he liked that.