She had been taking duties, meeting new people and doing miscellaneous tasks. However, that didn't calm her restless soul at all. From time to time, the thought to escape this world was so strong and lingering, especially when she was left alone. She didn't encounter that particular person that make her creating a desire to stay and she doubted she would.

In that hopeless situation, all her could do was trying again and again. Countless nights she continued to be haunted by nightmares. Carl Jung had said that dream was a mechanism of compensation, conveying from unconscious to conscious. She refused to trust her parents' words that accident was because of her even she subconsciously believed it was her, and she avoided to think about it. That self-blaming was the reason why she chose not to get closer to anyone and isolated herself. She was forced to face it in her dreams, the moments when they left her forever, the moments when her parents' words jarred her ears.

She wanted to get rid of the hardship and suddenly she recalled how dangerous missions would occupy her mind and stopped her from thinking anything else. Once she got her answer, the petite huntress headed to the Death division office to find the person she wanted to see. She didn't forget she still owe him a thank you for saving her out of the mess last time.

Zoobey
Hope this is okay for a start?