Summary: Team K' is up against a horde who plans to take over cities across the world including South Town.
The problem is, that a bystander gets involved in the mishap. Who are these new foes? Where did they come from? Is Team K' enough to put a s...
On the endless road of Highway 94, a modern convertible is seen cruising through the deserted area. Inside is a female driver jamming to classic J-pop tunes. Seeing as there is hardly any sign of life around, the licensed motorist focuses her eyes on the road. Feeling euphoric, she increases the volume so that she can sing along to the upbeat melody. Being by herself, she performs caraoke without anyone to correct her mispronounced lyrics and off-key pitches.
While driving further on the outskirts, her car abruptly reacts. She feels she is no longer in control as the four-wheeler decreases in speed. She has no choice, but to pull over to the side of the paved road. Once she does, her convertible makes one last effort to move before it becomes inactive. 'What's going on? I know I filled the tank up with gasoline, and it's up to date on maintenance too...' Confused about what could be the main issue, the driver takes a few educated guesses. She inserts the car key back into the ignition to restart. Nothing happens.
"Maybe there's something wrong with the tires?" She emerges from the vehicle to check out its exterior. Yet, all four wheels are in good shape with no punctures.
Stranded in the middle of nowhere, the automobilist advises herself to make an important phone call. Much to her surprise, she has trouble doing so.
"No signal? Come on! Not at a time like this!" The motorist complains aloud. "What else can I do??..."
She thinks for a moment to recall passing by a building two miles back. '...Well, guess that's my only hope now.' Clutching her purse filled with essentials, the female driver gives an agitated sigh. She gives her body a good long stretch before taking a chance on foot...
...She walked half a mile, trying her best to keep a leisurely pace...
...Reaching the first mile, she completely ignores the sun's heat as she focuses on her temporary destination...
...Going on one and a half miles, sweat develops on her face and clothes...
...Two miles later, she is already walking at a snail's pace...
...The two-mile remote path leads her to a western-themed building called the Roadhouse.
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