When I was younger, I always wondered, "Why me? Why do these horrible creatures pick only on me? Why do they hate me? Why do they want ME to die?" But I was a child and I never tried to ask them. I never gave them the chance to speak. Instead I improved my fighting techniques while I grew to hate them more and wanted them to die even more. When I became a spirit detective, they told me, "They are not like us, so they must be against us. Their difference threatens our sameness. It is US versus THEM. Humans are good, and demons are bad; we are just, and they are unjust." But I was an adolescent and did not even think to question such simple binaries. I could not have been more wrong.