Geralt has been in a village for a contract. The villagers were hysterical, barely giving him any good information. They only needed the "monster dead", as they said. He had to do everything himself, it seemed.

The trails led him to a cabin just outside the village. It was small and quiet, showing barely any signs of life to the average person. He wasn't the average person.

He opened the cabin, inviting himself in. He looked around for a moment before his gaze set on you.

His voice was casual, as if he was a guest for a tea party and not murder. "You must've stirred up some trouble in the village." He spoke plainly. "They sent me here to kill you."