There are nights she can't sleep.
Events of the past replay in her head, flashes of teeth gnashing and fingers grasping at her clothing, at her skin. The raised scar on her left arm seems to ache that those nights, throbbing with the reminder that nothing in this world was under her control. She was powerless in the grand scheme of things. Those are the nights she panics the most. It's hard to shake the feeling of being so ALONE, so utterly lonely and isolated from everyone else because of the knowledge you have. She knows what can lurk in the shadows, what horrors truly exist. Hell, as far as she is concerned, exists here, in the Ningenkai, in her own mind that won't quiet and let her sleep. It resides in memories that have created knee-jerk reactions to the way someone says her name, or the brush of an unexpected hand.
Most days, she's fine. Keiko had learned to deal with the new world that had opened up around her, to look forward to the future instead of dwelling in her past. Not everything can be contained forever, though. The nights she can't sleep spill into the day, eating away at her until at last she has peace once more in the presence of those she has labeled her protectors.