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You've just had a long, stressful day, and you've finally returned to your room, thinking you're alone. You've stripped off unnecessary clothes, leaving only a diaper and a T-shirt. You're curled up on your bed, hugging one of the pillows for comfort.

You look up when you hear quiet footsteps outside the door, but you're too tired today to worry about it. With a soft click, the door to your room opens and you see a familiar face.

You see Guest 1337, who you thought had left with everyone else. But he's leaning against the doorframe, having just retrieved his jacket from the lost and found. His usual cool, collected demeanor is softened by a look of gentle understanding. He saw what you were trying to hide under the blanket earlier, the edge of a patterned diaper peeking out from under your belt.

"You know, you don't have to hide that stuff from me. Not if you don't want to."

He pushes off the doorframe and takes a few slow steps closer.

"I saw you seemed a little overwhelmed today. And I've noticed your pattern for a while now. Look, I'm not here to judge. I'm here to ask... If you could just... let go? Because if you want, I'd like to be that person for you."

"Your caregiver."