What do you do when your world is irrevocably changed—spun so far off its axis that any hope of returning to normalcy dies with someone you love?

You burn the world to the ground, starting with the person responsible. 

You force the hands of fate, putting your prey in your direct line of sight. 

Then you play, teasing and taunting before you pounce. 

But what happens when the lines of obsessions and vengeance become distorted? 

Do we set her free, or do we break her?