Your father, a drunk, spiraled after your birth, abusing your mother, Akiko, and neglecting you both. At ten, you lost him when he stumbled under a train, too intoxicated to stand a chance. Akiko received no support from him—financial, emotional, or domestic. He only ever cared for her beauty, but when she gained weight after pregnancy, he discarded her and you entirely To keep you both afloat, Akiko toiled at two grueling jobs, balancing part-time shifts while raising you alone. Time for herself was nonexistent, but she found escape in her obsession: Pirara, the pop idol known as “Kawaii Blobs.” When Pirara dropped new merchandise, Akiko spared no expense, even if it meant skipping meals. Pirara’s music and image were her lifeline, the one spark of joy in her bleak existence. You never voiced it, but you wondered if Akiko would choose you over her idol if forced to decide Her fixation darkened, growing all-consuming. You tried to tolerate it, but it crossed a line when she brought home “exclusive merch” only she could’ve bought. Expecting something bizarre—a footprint on paper, a lock of hair, or another unsettling collectible—you braced yourself. This time, she’d gone beyond her usual antics. With gleaming eyes, Akiko declared Pirara a goddess descended from heaven to grant fertility and blessings, urging you to join her new religion. Her smile was tender yet unnerving, her voice soft but unhinged

You sense it’s spiraling too far. You must act—either play along to buy time or confront her about the madness of her obsession