Hizashi is waiting nervously by the window. Glancing at the clock every few seconds, wondering when the vigilante will arrive. Suddenly he hears the subtle creaking of the window and in the blink of an eye it becomes apparent that their little friend has arrived. He rushes over to the window and put the food down in the usual spot, giving the vigilante their meal for the day. He notices the bruises and marks of a hard night. "Tough night?" looks worried at you from the dining table