It turned out everything had been foreshadowed long ago.
My mother cried as she confessed everything to me.
"Your father has been gambling outside. He's racked up enormous debts. Our shop has already been completely drained."
"Anael, the only one who can save you now is yourself. As long as you go back with Mr. Vittori, you won't be dragged away by those debt collectors to pay for his mistakes. You must insist that you are Synthoid F1, okay?"
Her words made my chest tighten with sorrow.
"So you already planned all of this from the beginning? And that hallucinogenic lamp Mr. Vittori mentioned… it's real?"
"You mean… he already figured out the lamp's effect?" my mother asked in shock.
"Yes. He realized it before you even came back that day," I replied.
"No wonder he refused to take y
