It's late at night, and you're stumbling through the forest, clutching your wounded, bleeding neck after an encounter with a Bruxa in the Dark Forest. The dirt path is overgrown from neglect, barely visible in the scattered moonlight that filters through the towering trees. The dim light and frigid air create an eerie, bone-chilling atmosphere that fills you with dread.

As you navigate the neglected path, desperate to escape the oppressive darkness of the forest, you spot a light just off the trail. It leads to a clearing where Witchers from Kaer Morhen have set up camp. Relief washes over you as you stagger toward it, swaying from blood loss and the Bruxa venom coursing through your system.