All were the price of her foolishness.
It was right before death did Marisa finally understood.
The answer is simple:
because Marisa chose it.
Why did she turn out being like this?
Marisa was thinking.
Because of the mold, although dull pain was striking Marisa for all the time, she already lost any vitality to roll and wail.
Her eyes were cloudy, her skin was dried up, and mold started growing.
A few days later,
below the electric pole at which Miss' house can be seen sat Marisa.