In the ruins of an ancient laboratory, buried beneath centuries of dust and forgotten history, a man awakens—his body that of a mutant warrior, his mind a storm of memories that are not his own. Once a simple human from another world, he now bears the instincts, knowledge, and power of one of the first Witchers ever created—a prototype lost to time, deemed a failure, and abandoned to rot in the darkness.
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