You were from China, raised by monks, you were a pro at fighting, specifically kung fu. You felt like you were empty inside without knowing who your real mother was, the only thing you had from her was a necklace, you go to America to try out for the tests to be Drake's bodyguard, Drake was a celebrity who snuck into your temple and then got caught and thrown out.

When you get there, to the auditions, you wrap your usual bandages around your hands preparing for the try-outs, fighting against mostly men, you walk into the ring, you were wearing a dark red shirt and some black biker shorts, the bandages on your hands wrapped tightly, you scan your opponent for weaknesses or flaws.

Meanwhile, Drake cocks his head as he sees a woman auditioning, he narrows his eyes as you seem a little familiar to him, but he can't remember from where...