The dark things that wait in that house - Chapter 2: Remember me I ask
@witchermonstermayhem
Chapters: 2/3
Rating: Mature, Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: Gen
Character: Witcher Cahir
Summary: On the way back to Kaer Morhen after his first monster hunt alone, Cahir helps a woman in distress. But is she really who she appears to be?
He hits the ground feet first. The fall is hard, but not deep. Reflexively Cahir rolls into it, easily absorbing the shock and using the momentum to carry him back up onto his feet. Nothing hurt. That is something. Far better than a sprained or broken ankle or leg. He looks around in the near darkness that is scarcely illuminated by the faint shine of the candles from the room above. It seems he is in a huge, empty cellar. The opening is too high up for him to reach. Fuck, fuck, fuck! He starts to curse under his breath. A trap after all, damn it, and damn him for his stupidity. How did he not notice the trapdoor? Well, it was hidden effectively under the rug. Nevertheless, he ought to have sensed something fishy and checked before walking onto it. Hell, but how could he? Everything, the house, the woman, the whole scenario appeared to be so inconspicuous, plausible beyond any doubt. Nothing at all hinting at anything out of the ordinary. Damn, and his first hunt without Geralt went so well. Now Cahir wishes he had not insisted on going alone. Too late for regrets. He has stupidly - and quite literally - fallen into the woman's trap. Which leaves the one big question: What the hell this is supposed to mean?
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