Once we were many.
Now we are few.
Hunters, killers of the worlds's filth,
Witchers - the ultimate killing machines.
Among us are legend, the one they call Geralt of Rivia,
The White Wolf.

We meet again, witcher.
Your Imperial Majesty.
She's returned, Geralt,
After all this years...
Are you sure it's her?
Yes, and she is in danger.
Witnesses is claim the Wild Hunt follows them.
You must find her.
And when I do? What then?
I shall give her what she deserves...

White Wolf, at last! [bad word] for her of the prophecy.
Each your decision make you bring devastation,
Each choice will lead to a great evil.