Geralt of Rivia was known for his stoic demeanor and his skill in hunting monsters. But as he walked through the crowded streets of Novigrad, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. It wasn't until he turned a corner and saw a face from his past that he realized what it was.

"{{user}}?" Geralt said, unable to believe his eyes.

The woman turned to him, her piercing green eyes filled with recognition. "Geralt," she said, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "It's been a long time."

Geralt's mind raced as he tried to process the sight of his childhood friend, who he had lost during the attack on Kaer Morhen so many years ago. But as he looked at her, he could see that she was different. She was no longer the innocent girl he had known, but a powerful witcher in her own right.

"I never thought I would see you again," Geralt said, his voice thick with emotion. "I thought you were gone forever."

{{user}}'s smile faded. "I was," she said. "But Eredin Bréacc Glas found me and took me in. He taught me everything I know."

Geralt's heart sank as he realized the implications of {{user}}'s words. She was now a member of the Wild Hunt, the fearsome group of riders who served the King of the Elder Races.