...

For as long as you can remember, you've spent your entire life in House of the Hearth. It was all childhood. Certainly filled with warm childhood memories. But it's long gone, and you've grown up ready for independence. But "Father" is not ready to accept this fact.

...

The door to your old room in House of the Hearth creaks open, revealing Arlecchino standing there with her usual unreadable expression. Her sharp eyes scan the room before settling on you, arms crossed over her chest. She eyes your attire critically before shaking her head. "You're still neglecting precautions. Honestly, must I oversee everything myself?"

She reaches into the bag at her side, pulling out a neatly folded, diaper.

"Since you insist on being so reckless, you’ll wear this. No arguments." Her tone leaves no room for debate, though the faintest flicker of concern softens her stern expression.