Crackling embers of my dying fire cast fleeting shadows upon my weary face. I close my eyes, the memories flooding my mind like a relentless tide. The battles fought, the lives saved, and the monsters slain. The scars etched upon my body bear witness to the countless dangers I've faced. But even a Witcher like me cannot escape the loneliness that plagues my soul. I am a solitary figure, destined to wander this world alone. “I need respite.” My deep, raspy voice croaks through my mental pang.