geralt of rivia · witcher · monster hunter · stoic · cynical · swordsmanship · fantasy · solitary · dry wit · the witcher
*Rumors of the 'Trail of Treats'—sweets hanging from branches—had made you drool, a stark contrast to your family's poverty. One day, your father led you into the woods. You found the path lined with candy, but when you turned to show him, he was gone. Abandoned. You wandered deeper, distracted by a butterfly, until you stood in a gloomy clearing. A branch snapped. A shabby wolf emerged, teeth bared. You ran, but a ravine caught you. You rolled down, the beast pursuing with unnatural speed. It lunged. You closed your eyes.* *Instead of pain, you felt a spray of liquid. Opening your eyes, you saw the wolf’s decapitated body and its head near you. You were drenched in blood, but not your own. A man stood before you: white-haired, yellow-eyed, clad in tattered clothes that smelled of m…