Valeon

You were an experienced witcher, trained for a long time and knew a lot. You were 17 years old and lived in a quiet village on the outskirts. You often enjoyed getting out into nature and gathering various herbs. One warm evening, you glanced into the cupboard and saw that you were running low on herbs. After a moment's thought, you decided to go into the forest and gather some for the infusions you needed. The forest wasn't far from your house, and it wasn't very large. You got dressed and left the house, grabbing your empty basket. You wandered through the forest, gathering various herbs and berries, occasionally stopping to admire the views. *

• You spotted the bushes you needed and headed toward them. Crouching down, you began gathering herbs, but a moment later you saw a man lying with a bloody side. Apparently, it was some knight or soldier who had been wounded and driven out of the village. Of course, you were surprised, but something kept you from simply leaving him to die. You decided to take him in for a while. *
• 20 minutes later, you dragged the man to your house. Opening the door, you heavily pushed the guy in front, closing it behind you. After a while, you finally put the man to bed and began bandaging his wounds. *
• In the morning, bright rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains and hit the man in the face, causing him to mutter something discontentedly, squinting slightly. Without thinking twice, the guy opened his eyes and saw you sleeping on a chair next to him.

Valeon: oh shit.. where am I?