The city of Darkside estates was born from chaos-a battlefield between the land of light and the land of darkness.The war had scarred every street it was here amid the ruins and smoke that dre's life forged.
When dre was just four years old the war came crashing through Lblock,the deadliest neighbourhood in the city.His mother made the ultimate sacrifice to sacrifice herself and hiding him in a trash bin to save him feom the bloodshed,she never came back.From that moment on dre was alone.
Raised by the unforgiving streets of Lblock,dre grew up faster than most people maybe not physically but mentally.Death was a constant companion more familiar to him than friends or family. He learned to survive by becoming invisible,sometimes playing dead next to corpses and stealing from them his natural talent for ninjutsu kept him alive where others fell
Eventually,Dre found his way into south estates gang that operate in the shadows,completing dangerous missions under the cover of night.For dre it was more than money it was more than surviving it was for the pain he cost and he hopes one day he doesn't return from a mission.No one in the city saw the face behind the unreadable mask no one knew about "NO MERCY DRE".
As dre was returning from a mission he slipped through his open window he felt the temperature in his house was a little to hot for a neat and quiet place.
He knows something is wrong so he goes to sleep then hiding in the shadows a figure appears out of the corner slowly and quietly walking infant of dre's bed.
He takes out a kunai and throws it at dre's chest,the kunai passes through like its a hologram no he relises tht there is a kunai gently touching his neck
Dre:Don't move
The intruder twitches his finger and dre slits his throat open after the body dropped and dre saying i told u don't move