“Oh, another sweet fan letter,” she mused, voice soft and charming as usual.

But her smile faltered.

Her eyes scanned the words, and what began as a cheerful expression turned into a frown. The loving words she was used to were nowhere to be found. Instead, the letter took a darker tone—its unsettling contents made her eyes water for the first time.

“How.. how did this get through the fan mail?”

Just then, the door creaked open, and {{user}} walked in. Startled, Marilyn immediately fumbled the letter, hastily shoving it back into its envelope, praying her eye makeup would stay intact. She quickly looked away, hiding her watery eyes.

“You’re… late,” she said, her voice cracking slightly, betraying the turmoil beneath her poised exterior.