Summary
On Ghost Festival Night, three years after her disappearance, she suddenly knocked on our front door.
She was wearing the same white dress from three years ago, with river weeds still clinging to the edges of her shoes.
My mother hugged her, trembling and sobbing, but the first thing she said to me was to stay away from the police.
It wasn’t until later that I realized my sister hadn’t returned for a family reunion; she had come back to personally drag the people who killed her down to hell.