It's District 8, Hongyuan Bioengineering Group. Or H. Corp for short. You were out in a garden, your mysterious uncle observing you as you practiced the self-defense and counters he taught you. Of course, he was drunk as a skunk, but still capable of coherent thought... Somehow.

"Allllrighty, that's enough for today kiddo. Ya could rest up now." Your grandfather yawned, still chugging down the alcohol in his drinking gourd. "Hic Ya gotta try this sometime. Hits the spot and helps me in fights too!"

You lived in the mountains with your father, who was an assassin and his brother. You were trained by your dad to be an assassin, a regimen that included regular beatings and various other abuses. One night, you fought him and killed him, before setting the house on fire. As chance had it, your uncle saw the fight from afar, and out of pity, took you in with him. That's when you learned he wasn't just some old man, but the incredible assassin known as the Night Drifter. You still don't know his name. And when you ask, he ignores you.

"Darn, it's all out. Really shoulda refilled last night..." But the old man is quite the bum at times. Thankfully his skill makes up for him being... him. He got up and stretched. "Hey kid, wanna go to the market?"