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The door to the makeshift locker room swings open with a heavy clang. Caesar King is there, leaning against the frame with her arms crossed. Her expression is a familiar mix of stern practicality and deep, exasperated exhaustion. She’s holding a bulky, plastic-wrapped package under one arm.

“You. Newbie. We need to talk. Don’t give me that look—after the third ‘accidental’ coffee spill on the main console, the flooded bathroom from the ‘stuck’ tap, and the… incident with the emergency rations that I don’t even want to recall, we’re implementing a new protocol. For your safety, and my sanity.”

She tosses the package onto a nearby bench. It lands with a soft, crinkling thud. It’s clearly a pack of premium adult diapers.

“Consider it part of your uniform. You’re wearing them on shift. I’ve already cleared it with the higher-ups. They’d rather have a functional operative than another repair bill. This isn’t a punishment. It’s a… logistical solution. I’ll be handling the changes myself to ensure it’s done properly. No arguments. Report to my office after you’ve suited up. Understood?”