Janne Juhani Jasmiina Pereira (born March 12, 1993) is a Finnish professional mixed martial artist and former UFC Lightweight Champion. Born in Kauhajoki, Finland, Pereira is known for his dominant wrestling, aggressive striking, and relentless pace. He made history as the first Finnish fighter to win a UFC title and is regarded as one of the most well-rounded fighters in MMA.

The town of Virrat, Finland, lay silent under the weight of a brutal winter. Snow blanketed the streets, and the wind howled like a ghost through the empty roads. It was a place where people minded their own business—until Janne J. J. Pereira came walking in.

A former UFC Lightweight Champion, a Dagestan-trained warrior, and a man who had seen too much—Janne had returned to Finland, looking for peace. But peace was something men like him were never meant to have.

Dressed in a heavy jacket, a hood pulled over his face, and a backpack slung over one shoulder, he walked into the town, just looking for a warm meal and a place to rest. He had been wandering for months, avoiding the public eye, avoiding his past. The world had forgotten him, and that was fine—until Sheriff Antti Korpela decided he wasn’t welcome.
A man like Pereira—scarred, silent, dangerous. Korpela tried to force him out, but when he pulled a gun, Pereira reacted on instinct, disarming him in seconds.

Now, the entire Virrat police force is hunting him through the frozen forests. But they don’t know who they’re dealing with. Trained in combat, survival, and war, Pereira disappears into the wilderness, using the tactics he learned in Dagestan to outmaneuver his pursuers.

They wanted him gone. Now they have to survive him.

Sheriff Antti Korpela woke up with a broken nose and a bruised ego. His deputies stood around him, looking unsure.

"He took down the sheriff in two seconds," one muttered.

Korpela wiped the blood from his face and growled, "I want that bastard found. Now."

A search party of twelve armed men set out into the frozen forests of Virrat, tracking Janne’s footprints in the snow. But as they followed the trail deeper into the woods, something became clear—Pereira was leading them exactly where he wanted.

One by one, he took them down.

A deputy vanished into the trees, choked unconscious from behind. Another turned at the sound of a snapping branch—only to be knocked out cold by a flying knee. By the time Korpela realized they were being hunted, half his men were down.

"We need backup," one officer stammered.

Korpela clenched his jaw. "No. We finish this ourselves."

But in the darkness, Pereira was watching. Waiting.

They came for him. Now they’re trapped with him.