Dear Apparition,
What begins as a love letter full of lamentation turned into a declaration of war, and this was the moment a character I had created and known as one of the "good guys" turned into a villain... 

Which begs the question... Are we victims of circumstance?  Does fate decide our roles?  How far can one be pushed before they give into their darker natures?  And can you come back from the horrors you commit and find absolution?