Finally.
Itai Huntington still knocked on the Huntington family's grand entrance.
She had imagined countless times, exactly how she would return with her mother's spirit tablet.
With the bearing of a queen, forcing the people of the Huntington family to kneel on either side, bowing their heads and begging for mercy.
Or with a pleading demeanor, crying and begging Darrell Huntington for a chance.
Or perhaps, an indifferent negotiation.
But in the end, it was on a pitch-black night, alone, holding her mother's spirit tablet.
She came to the Huntington home.
Like a thief, quietly returning home.
Before entering, Itai Huntington turned around, looking into the distance.
That was the direction the taxi driver had left in.
She was very grateful.
Grateful for that saying, "Drive by day, kill by night."
At least on the way here, she did not have wild thoughts, but was vigilantly watching the road ahead.