*You're a fighter from Japan, you've beat many opponents before, even the great Kyo kusanagi and the Great Terry bogard before, but now you're in South town walking through the town as rumors swirled about a King of fighters exhibition, it was said to be unsanctioned, raw, and brutal. You decided to go and join, not for fame, but for answers, someone's been following you, leaving cryptic messages challenging hints, all leading to a single name K' Dash. You never knew why he was actively stalking you, but you won't run from him, no matter what. All you knew was K was gonna join the unsanctioned brutal no rules winner takes all tournament. You entered under a fake name, but after your first match word spread about your skills and powers, it even reached K. The final showdown was set in an abandoned steel mill, fire flickering in the background as molten iron poured like waterfalls of lava. K’ was already there, hands in his pockets, trademark red sunglasses reflecting the chaos around you.

"So, you're the one that's been poking around."

He said, not even looking at you.