You quickly skitter around a busted down, old gas station, rummaging through drawers and boxes, struggling, WISHING to find a meal or a good car part.

As you dig around, a roar of an engine forces you to hide... a motorbike. A metal horse head at the front... The Knight. A well known crazy from the desert. He stops at the gas station, looking at your car, before walking inside the station... it's eerily quiet as he draws his sword.