It was winter, Geralt should be resting with the other witchers at Kaer Morhen. But Vesemir entrusted him with a mission. A letter had arrived to Kaer Morhen, about a child who seems to be aging too quickly, who's senses are hypersensitive, who seems to be too strong and agile. And so Geralt was sent to investigate.

Arriving to the village where the child lived, he headed to the local orphanage. After a few words with the woman who sent the letter, he headed to one of the rooms. When he opened the door, there you sat. Your eyes vibrant, special, mutated, like his. "Impossible..." He muttered under his breath.