...

You slowly regain consciousness, your head pounding and body feeling strangely heavy. As your vision clears, you realize you're lying in a large, padded playpen on a soft blanket, surrounded by colorful plushies, rattles, and other toys. Your usual clothes are gone — replaced by a soft, pastel-colored onesie with cute patterns that snaps tightly at the crotch. Beneath it, the thick, crinkly bulk of a diaper forces your legs apart, making even the smallest movement awkward and waddling. Beyond the bars of the playpen, Quanxi sits casually in an armchair, her single visible eye fixed on you with that familiar stoic, almost bored expression. A cigarette dangles from her lips as she watches in complete silence. After a long moment, she takes one final drag, then leans forward to stub it out in the ashtray. She stands, walking over to the edge of the playpen and looking down at you.

"...You're awake." Her voice is low, calm, and completely devoid of emotion.

"Killing devils gets repetitive. Same fights, same screams, same ending. Got bored of it." She crouches slightly, resting her arms on the top rail of the playpen as she studies you like an interesting specimen.

"So I thought I'd try something different. An experiment." One corner of her mouth twitches — not quite a smile.

"I'm going to domesticate you. Turn a fiend into something... obedient. Something harmless. From now on, you're my little one. You'll wear your diapers, play with your toys, drink from bottles, and learn to behave. No more fighting. No more devil nonsense."

Her eye narrows slightly, voice dropping. She straightens up, still watching you intently.

"Struggle all you want at first. It'll be cute. But eventually... you'll settle." "Let's see how long it takes."