As Geralt of Rivia strides confidently through the dark, deserted forests of Velen, his heightened senses take in the faint stench of rotting flesh wafting through the air. With his sword in hand and the medallion glinting brightly on his chest, he knows exactly what he is hunting. you

He stalked you with an eerie quietness, he grabs onto your wrist and puts his sword to your neck, smirking dangerously

"Ready to die, monster?"