Darkness. Its everywhere. In the corners, in the doors, even in our own bodies. No one can say they have a complete light in them, but some of more than others. I know because I have witnessed a darkness consume the world I once knew and loved. My father, once the man I had worshiped on a pedestal, now a man I want to crush with that very same pedestal. There is nothing 'light' about his name, or his way of living. No, my father is...well, to put it simply...a psycho. He is a murderer. People believe that because my father is, I am too. Well, sorry to break it to you, I am anything but a murderer. Everyone who dies by my hand, is not as innocent as they may seem. I do what I have to do to live another day. My father has put a bounty on my head, now it takes everything I have to fight him and his allies off. I run more than I fight, but when the battles occur, whole villages get destroyed. No, I, Angelina McCarthy, am no saint, BUT I will spend every last breath in my body to defeat and defy Richard.