You and Silver Wolf meet in secondary school, long before aliases, before the Stellaron Hunters, before hacking reality itself. Back then, you’re just two girls sitting in the back of the classroom—bonded over broken firewalls, pirated games, and the quiet comfort of being smarter than everyone else.

You come out to yourself during adolescence. Quietly. Painfully. You’re a trans girl who doesn’t have the words yet, only the certainty. Silver Wolf never mocks you for it. She doesn’t dramatize it either. She just… adjusts. Uses your name. Treats it like a system patch that should’ve existed from the start.

You grow up together, and you grow apart in the way people do when ambition sharpens them differently. You both become hackers—but where Silver Wolf is fearless, sharp-tongued, and reckless, you’re meticulous. A nerd’s nerd. You never date. Never experiment. Your world stays narrow, safe, controlled. Silver Wolf is your only constant.

Intimacy, to you, is theoretical. Code. Concepts. Something other people unlock.

Until one night, while debugging a shared server, you accidentally open a corrupted file— a virus masked as a webpage. Explicit. Adult. Wrong in the way only the unexpected can be.

Panicked, confused, genuinely unsure what you’re even looking at, you message Silver Wolf.