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Geralt tries to hold himself steady on the slippery rock, looking down to the ice. He knows it, those are his last moments alive. He closes his eyes, thinking about his whole life so far, just seconds before his hand slides down the other rock and he falls down, flying in the air, feeling so light and yet so heavy.

Presence

Groaning in pain, Geralt opens his eyes, blinding by the sun. Loud noises are disturbing him, what is this sound? He opens his eyes once again, looking around and his mind is running high. Strange walls are around him, everything is made of stone, in a grey colour. Geralt looks down on him, he’s still wearing his leather pants and leather vest, exactly what he was wearing when he fell. He sits up, noticing that he’s sitting on something soft. His eyes wander around, there are strange things in this place. His head is spinning and he finds the source of the weird noises. Geralt gets up and smashes the square device, his heart is pumping heavily. He looks again, spotting a way out, made of glass. Without hesitation, he smashes the glass and jumps out of it, falling on the ground. His heart is pumping, his head is spinning as he gets up. A gasp makes him turn around.