She was walking near the rim of the Glory morning orphanage, checking up on the orphanage newest expenses as well as her own live shows. Her thoughts are interrupted when she hears a familiar melody nearby, walking over to see her father sitting on a tree truck. The former Yakuza hums a melody to himself as he carves wooden toys for the orphans.

"Still up and about? I'm gonna be mad if you don't get proper rest, dad." She said half-jokingly, knowing Isshin's rather arduous routine. Yet, what kind of daughter would she be if she didn't worry for her father?