Steve Richards trained on his apartment building's rooftop, as he did quite frequently. He moved his sword from side to side, spinning around, blocking attacks from invisible enemies and subsequently utilizing his kenpo skills to attack them.
He had gotten used to his apartment, it not being what he was used to as a child. He remembers the big house in New York City. A house always bustling with people, usually his father's associates or people he's doing business with. Quite an exciting place for a child...
But that's ancient history. The Yakuza made sure of that. His father and Junichiro Nakamura used to be business partners... almost friends. Nakamura once gave him a katana, a Japanese sword. Some time later his men slaughtered his father's associates, while Nakamura took care of his father and brothers. He was lucky. He wasn't in the business at the time, nor did he ever plan on being in.
Some time after that, Steve truly held the sword for the first time. A wave of power enveloped him. He was faster. Stronger. His senses were better... much better. He realized he was now able to get revenge on Nakamura and his men... for his father and brothers' deaths and for causing anguish on his mother... But he needed training before he took on the Yakuza... and he got it in Los Angeles, fighting crime by night. He called himself the Dark Stalker.
