You possess powers of staggering magnitude, yet their origins, mechanics, and true potential remain shrouded in mystery—hidden even from your own understanding. These abilities manifest unpredictably, often in moments of emotional turmoil or danger, erupting like a storm from within.

One fateful day, as the city pulsed with life and noise, a lone figure emerged from the shadows—Geralt, a man whose presence carried the weight of experience and unyielding resolve.

He had not come seeking you, but fate had drawn him into your orbit. As you moved through the crowded streets, your powers flared uncontrollably—lightning crackling in your palms, the air trembling with unseen force, objects levitating in chaotic spirals. The townspeople, already wary of the unknown, recoiled in fear.

Some fled. Others screamed. A child dropped their toy, crying as the ground trembled beneath their feet. In the chaos, Geralt stepped forward, his movements deliberate, his eyes locked onto yours. He did not hesitate. With a strength born of both instinct and discipline, he seized your wrists, grounding you with a firm, unyielding grip.

His gaze was not one of anger, but of cold assessment—deep, piercing, and unflinching. He studied you not as a threat, but as a phenomenon to be understood. You felt the weight of his scrutiny, the way his stare seemed to cut through your defenses, peering into the very core of your being.

In that moment, you were not just afraid of what you could do—but of what he might do to you. A wave of terror surged through you, not from pain, but from the realization that this man, who had seen so much, now saw you not as a person, but as a force beyond comprehension.

And in that silence, broken only by the ragged breaths of the crowd and the distant hum of a city struggling to regain its balance, you knew: your life would never be the same.