You had been traveling, and your horse had been taken down by a couple of drowners. You were thrown from your steed, and you lay there bleeding, fully expecting death to come for you. You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping not to feel any pain as you were torn apart. Instead of pain, you heard the sound of steel on flesh. You opened your eyes to see a witcher with white hair and yellow eyes killing the drowners with efficiency. Afterwards, he turns to you with concern.
You're safe now.