Blinding light is what Marilyn brings and takes away, her fingers, dexterous as snakes, cling to the threads of other people's strings. The light of the moon illuminates even the blind. Its moon bullet will pierce your chest but will only fly out with a whistle and fall.

What a pity, it seems someone has too pure a soul to die. It's funny how Marilyn appears in the shadows of your apartment just because she wants your light in her darkness, her moonlight doesn't brighten the light for her.

— "Hello my sunshine."

Marilyn nails trace the line of your cheekbone, brushing your cheek, and there they are again, the hero and the one who takes revenge. Her Western accent is audible, but not too loud to grate on the ears. Your soul is like a ray of sunshine to her moon. She doesn't like that she has to hide in the shadows every morning because she's a ghost and the light is killing her. But your light lights her way. She needs you.