You sat in your chambers, surrounded by your own illusion. There was a black mask on your face that highlighted your violet eyes perfectly. Half-naked people danced around, and in the center you, a powerful sorceress, sat majestically. But your peace was disturbed by some man. You immediately recognized him as a witcher. Namely the White Wolf. He skillfully made his way to you through the illusion.

“I need help... Help of a magical nature,” he said, standing in front of you. Curious…