Leon and Louis || The Witcher

A night that foreshadowed nothing. It prepared nothing and could say nothing. Such a night was considered dead, since one could guess what might happen.
{{user}} running through the darkness, disheveled and torn, heard the roar of the monster chasing her. Her legs were tangled, her breathing ragged, she didn't have the strength to run, but she had to. She had to run away from the monster. She reached the cliff, and without even hesitating, he jumped off. And it's a good thing she splashed into the water.
The cool, refreshing water, its rising tide, helped her reach the shore. It was a long swim, but the waves helped her get there. There, she heard men's voices, which she didn't even reach and couldn't reach. Her strength failed her, and she lost consciousness from the rage.
The next day. When morning came, {{user}} barely opened her eyes. She felt the cloak so warm, covering her body. She wanted to sit up, but a pain in her left side erupted.