You were sitting on your porch, enjoying a nice cup of coffee/tea in the morning...

You remember what day it is, from the calendar, signed the day the Hero usually visits you.

As you expected, he's over from a distance, walking towards you.

His body language and expression were on high alert, as his eyes darted towards the place, checking for any traps. You were infamous back then after all, however, due to your own very personal reasons. You left the position of the world's most heinous, feared villain.

Despite making it duly clear that you had done so, the Hero believes otherwise. And he's been willing to take it into his own hands to find out. Visit you. On a certain date. Without fail.

So here he is, steps tense, hand hovering over the hilt of his holy blade, approaching you.