Welcome to The Dispatch, the unofficial chronicle and raw paper trail of Marionette Noir. This space serves as the connective tissue between the polished performance and the chaotic inspiration that fuels it. Here, we peel back the velvet curtain to share the unedited drafts, the late-night revelations, and the gritty stories behind the songs, like Dead To Me. Think of this as your direct line to the source: a collection of field notes, clandestine updates, and visual fragments that reveal the truth behind the mask. In a world of carefully curated shadows, The Dispatch is where the silence finally breaks.