That night was the ugliest night of Kira's life.
Fear, disgust, and shock left her scarred with a trauma that haunted her long after. The mere thought of a man's hand on her skin—just one finger brushing against her—was enough to unravel her entirely. Her body would convulse violently, nausea would crawl up her throat like acid, and panic would rip through her chest, hollowing her out until she could no longer breathe.
One could even say her condition was worse than Shin's when he suffered his episodes. At least Shin could sometimes ground himself in rage or silence. Kira had nothing to ground herself with—her body betrayed her, her heart betrayed her, and the world itself had betrayed her.