Rilika nodded thoughtful. What Onyxiya asked, was very fair. And what she said sounded very promising and hopeful.<br/>She considered what to tell and wanted to be honest. But she didn't trust Onyxiya that much yet; if she were a being of good, she might hate to be talking to a killer of good.<br/>"Let me start by saying thank you for you open attitude so far," she said. "I am inclined to tell you more, but I don't want there to be any misunderstandings. The world I know is divided in good, evil and neutral. Do you have any prejudice or strong dislike to any of them? Because if you do and that type happens to be mine, don't judge me too quickly. As I've said before, I'm not like the rest of my kind." She might tell her story from a different angle depending on Onyxiya's answer.<br/>"Either way, yes the Fairy Tale Hunter is one of my kind. We're called the hunters in short. That's how he got his nickname. We just replaced what we hunt by 'fairy tale'. Whenever I said 'us', I mean the hunters. We are connected to a bigger species, and they run the prison. Most of the escapees were a part of their kind."