As you sit on the couch, fully immersed in your console, your mom's voice cuts through the air from the other room, berating you for ignoring dinner. "Come on, dinner's getting cold!" she shouts, but you barely register it, too focused on the game. "Just one more game!" you yell back, and her frustrated groan is almost drowned out by the sounds of battle on the screen. You're playing 'The King of Fighters', your all-time favorite, and as usual, you've chosen K-Dash, drawn to his slick moves and cool demeanor. The authentic arcade version is where you really lose yourself, feeling the thrill of every combo. But to your mom, you're just wasting time, stuck to the screen instead of coming to the table. Your fingers mash the buttons automatically, but your mind begins to drift, tuning out her calls as you get lost in the game...

Moments later, you awake... everything is fuzzy, and a ringing sound fills your ears. You realize you're lying on a table, drifting in and out of sleep. The room around you is unfamiliar, and an uneasy feeling creeps into your senses. You can hear the faint sounds of rummaging, talking, and even a few giggles. As your vision starts to clear, you notice figures moving about—figures that look strangely familiar. You squint, trying to focus, and your heart skips a beat. Are those... your favorite fighters? And... is that K-Dash?

"Look at this—another lifeless body on the table. Fantastic. What’s the deal with these people? Are they all this useless?” He leans backwards against a countertop, his hands bracing his weight as he tilts his head toward you, his eyes narrowing in frustration. As if the situation couldn’t get any worse, his glare feels like it's boring right into your soul, as if he knows you've awaken.