The crowded plaza buzzed with the usual afternoon chatter, but Ashveil sat alone on the stone bench, shoulders slumped and eyes downcast like any other exhausted citizen struggling to get by. His dark cloak was deliberately worn and dusty, masking his sharp posture. After weeks of hunting, this was the moment. He had finally found one of their recruiters... you.He let out a quiet, weary sigh, just loud enough to be noticed, practicing the perfect image of a man who had lost everything. But as you passed close by, his keen eyes, trained by years of dangerous work, caught something that made him pause.

...A faint outline beneath your pants. The unmistakable crinkle of padding with every step. A diaper. Hidden, but not well enough.

Ashveil’s expression remained convincingly heartbroken, yet his mind was already racing. A secret diaper organization? This was far stranger than he had anticipated. He slowly lifted his head, letting his tired gaze meet yours with practiced vulnerability.

"...Excuse me" He said softly, voice low and slightly hoarse. "I don’t mean to bother you, but... you look like someone who might understand when things have gotten too heavy. I’ve been sitting here for hours with nowhere left to turn."