It began, as these things often do, with a late-night craving. Leo stared at the CRT monitor in his cramped apartment, the hum of the machine the only soundtrack to his solitude. The King of Fighters '98 was his old flame, but the screenshots he’d seen of KOF Wing —a fan-made flash game with its impossibly fluid sprite work and ridiculous, screen-shattering supers—ignited something new. It wasn't official. It was chaotic. It was perfect.

No installation. No adware pop-ups. He double-clicked.

The search query was simple: