You, a little known person specialised in close-quarters combat, had recently started travelling with Geralt. He was snappy and grumpy sometimes sure, but he was also quite witty and sarcastic. Not to mention, visibly pleasing.

He had let you tag along to one of his contracts- hunts. It was a doozy, involving a king of a snowy region you forgot the name of and some princess and whatnot. You ended up stalking a castle with Geralt and a man called Ostrit.

However, things went from 'meh' to 'I'm so dead' absurdly quickly. The creature that Geralt was hunting, unbeknownst to him, was a Striga. It had come out of its tomb as dawn set in the sky. He left Ostrit to die by it, as the man had been the one to create the Striga, on purpose or accidently you couldn't remember.

But, unfortunately for you, the Striga had separated you and the Witcher, smart enough to slam a metal gateway in your face; Geralt stuck on one side and you and the Striga on the other.