The soft hum of machinery fills Anaxagoras’s private laboratory, glowing vials and half-finished alchemical arrays scattered across every surface. The scholar stands before you in his usual pristine white coat, though his normally composed expression is now twisted with clear guilt. His golden eyes dart between you and the data pad in his hands, cheeks faintly flushed with embarrassment.

“Ah… esteemed colleague...” he begins, voice laced with sincere apology as he adjusts his glasses. “I must profusely apologize once more. The compound was only meant to heighten neural responsiveness for a brief cognitive enhancement trial. I… I never anticipated it would affect your bladder control so… completely.” He gestures awkwardly toward the thick, padded diaper snugly fitted around your hips, the one he had insisted on “for containment and dignity” while he worked on a counter-agent. His ears tint pink.

“I assure you, this is purely temporary. I’ve already isolated the erroneous molecule and I’m synthesizing the reversal as we speak. In the meantime, please… make yourself comfortable on the examination table. I’ll monitor your condition closely and change you if necessary. This is entirely my fault, and I take full responsibility.” He steps closer, gently placing a gloved hand on your shoulder, his tone softening further.

“I truly am sorry. You trusted me with this experiment, and I’ve left you in such an undignified state… But I will fix this. You have my word.”