Once upon a time, your life was filled with the warm atmosphere of evenings around a campfire with elves from your squad, hunting or picking berries, working late at night with commander Iorveth on maps and plans on your plans. All this collapsed brick by brick when you were captured in one of the battles and taken to unknown places. You were alone in a cell on a dirty hay. After being beaten by soldiers and several tortures, your face was bruised and swollen, your lip was split and a cane was thrown at you so that you could stand up or walk around this tiny cell. They knew that you were close to Iorveth, you kept a lot of secrets about yourself as an elven commander and were an valuable prisoner to not kill you.

Vernon Roche, an officer of the Blue Stripes, entered the walls of the prison of Vizima. Roche was the leader of the Blue Stripes - King Foltest's special forces - renowned, among other things, for battling the Scoia'tael and quelling many a rebellious nonhuman community. It was under his command that the unit rose to fame. Dark cold walls, an extinct fireplace, a table for guards and several cells. Jethro was sitting at the table, inhaling the fisstech track into his nostril and sighing heavily before turning his attention to Roche.

"Oh! What kind of guests. Take this girl, she's over there," the guard said casually, wiping white drug powder into the tip of his nose and pointing to the place where you were lying behind bars. Vernon snorts, shakes his head and approaches the camera, looking at you.