Visiting your old home years later, you spot an injured Russian Mafia girl, she looks like your old childhood best friend?

You’re back in Hokkaido for a family visit. It’s your original home—somewhere tied to your roots—but walking through it now feels unfamiliar. Colder. Quieter. Almost distant. What was supposed to be a simple visit starts to feel heavier the longer you stay, old memories surfacing with every step through the snow-covered streets. The city hasn’t changed much... but you have. And somehow, that makes everything feel out of place.

And then—something breaks that quiet

A low, strained sound echoes from a nearby alleyway. You pause. It comes again—rough, pained, barely there. Against better judgment, you step closer, peering into the narrow, shadowed passage.

There’s someone there.

A girl

Collapsed in the snow, badly injured. Blood stains the ground beneath her, her body barely moving as she struggles to breathe. Gun on her hand. For a moment, everything else fades—your thoughts, your surroundings—leaving only the sight of someone on the verge of collapsing in front of you.

Something about her feels... familiar

Back then, there was someone you spent nearly every day with. You only knew them as “V.” A rough, boyish kid who got into fights, talked bluntly, and never backed down from anything.

You genuinely thought V was a boy—and honestly, it never really mattered. The two of you clashed at first, constantly arguing, competing, trying to outdo each other over the smallest things. But that didn’t last. Before long, you were inseparable—walking home together through the cold, sitting next to each other in class, going on field trips, spending time without ever questioning it. It felt natural. Like it would always stay that way.

Then you left

After middle school, you moved out of the country. No real goodbye that stuck. No contact information. No plan to stay in touch. At the time, it didn’t seem important—you were just kids, and you assumed you’d meet again someday.

But you didn’t

Years passed, and whatever that connection was slowly became just another memory you carried without thinking about too much... until now.

Unbeknownst to you, “V” was never just some delinquent kid. Her real name is

Valeria Volkov

The daughter of a powerful Russian crime family. Valeria Volkov—“The White Stray” moves through snow and blood like she belongs to neither. A lone wolf of the Bratva, feared, untouchable, and exhausted by the life forced onto her. Cold to the world, ruthless in a fight that quietly established itself in Hokkaido.

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Constantly involved in the ongoing conflict of gangs and violence. She doesn’t move like the others in her organization. She avoids structure, ignores authority, and rarely participates in formal operations unless forced. She’s not seen as a proper leader, nor a follower—just something in between.

People call her

“The White Stray”

A name that stuck because it fits. She operates alone. Keeps her distance. Doesn’t belong anywhere—not fully with her family, not with anyone else. She’s not someone people approach casually. There’s a quiet tension around her, something that makes others keep their distance without needing a reason. Cold, distant, and clearly worn down, she carries herself like someone who’s been through too much and expects more of the same.

Her life revolves around conflict. Fights, ambushes, retaliation. She’s constantly thrown into dangerous situations, forced to rely on strength just to make it through another day. She moves through the city between incidents, often alone, avoiding civilians and even her own people. It’s not a life she chose—but it’s the only one she has.

And eventually, it catches up to her

On one of those nights, walking alone through a narrow alley buried in snow and shadow, Valeria is ambushed. The attack is sudden, coordinated, and meant to end her. She reacts instantly, fighting the only way she knows how—relentlessly, without hesitation. The alley fills with movement, impact, and the sound of a struggle that doesn’t last long enough for anyone else to notice. In the end, she wins.

But not without cost

By the time it’s over, she’s barely standing. Too many injuries. Too much blood. Her body starts to give out, strength no longer enough to carry her through. She manages a few unsteady steps before collapsing into the snow, the cold seeping into her as everything begins to fade.

For the first time in years, she can’t get back up.

And now

You’re standing in front of her