Rilika didn't really want to specify what she was right away. Whichever title she picked, either demon or angel hunter, it didn't sound friendly.<br/>"I'm like the black sheep of my kind," Rilika said. This was true in two ways. Angel hunters were a subspecies of demons and none of the others were anything like them. And Rilika was unlike any of the other hunters, as she was mostly busy with anything else.<br/>"The unusual nature of my injury is why I consider a ghost might help me. There's physically nothing wrong with me. Some disgus-" She cut herself off as she felt her anger rise. She still hated him for what he'd done to her. "Some man put a load of dark energy in my knee and no one seems to know how to remove it."<br/>Even a great healer couldn't do anything. In fact, he couldn't even tell there was something wrong with her. If the problem wasn't so clear, he'd have said she was in perfect health.<br/>"Do you only know about the supernatural world, or are you also a part of it?" she asked.