It was a cloudy night in Paris, France, and one young girl dressed in a purple and orange witch outfit was carefully walking along the sidewalk in a seemingly peaceful neighborhood. She was all alone, and did her best to steer clear of the large groups of kids, especially older kids. She had a nice haul of candy right now, and didn't want to lose it. A small handful of the houses were decorated to be rather scary, or many were not decorated at all. She didn't want to go to those houses, but then

The moon hung full over Manhattan. The air was clear and crisp, at least as much as it could be for the big city. A lone, young child was trying to find her way home, looking quite confused.
 
"Mommy!? Mommy!?" Lilly called out, but to no avail. Still, the little one wasn't about to give up. There was nothing else she could do, she had to find her. The girl curled her arms around herself and shivered a bit, watching her breath turn to mist before her very eyes. She wasn't dressed

A young girl huddled in a dark, filthy alleyway of New York, a tattered thin blanket with holes in it being all that could cover her. It was a cold, bitter winter, and her skin had a tinge of blue from it's effects. Her clothing and blanket were wet, doing her little to fight against this unforgiving night. A harsh, freezing wind blew through the alley, scattering some trash around, and briefly threatening to take her blanket away too. She let out a sneeze, her small hands gripped the blanket to

It was a dark, foggy night in Carencro, Louisiana, a young girl named Lilly walked along the road with an old, worn green dress and a faded pink backpack. She appeared to be all on her own, at the age of eight, maybe nine, she was so hungry, but saw a sign awhile back saying a diner was this way; open 24 hours. She had a bit of money with her; hopefully enough to buy a small meal if she picked carefully. A few cars drove by, but it was all in all a slow, quiet town. Most of them probably didn't

Deep within a foggy, dense swamp, a young girl named Lilly attempted to traverse through marshy ground. Oftentimes she was knee deep in water and foliage, images of leeches latching onto her leg flashed in her mind, causing a nervous tremble. Lilly had no idea if she was even going the right way, or if she was more likely to happen across a hungry alligator. She kept hearing strange noises beyond the fog, growling, sloshing of water, and other strange noises she couldn't put her finger on.
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A young orphan girl named Lilly, about the age of seven, clenched the coin that she found in the mud close to her chest. Maybe now she can finally get something to eat, or a roof over her head for the night. Choosing between the two might be hard, but at least she had the choice now. It felt so nice to have this, as living in this village just a few miles out from Novigrad was rough. Velen had seen a lot of harsh storms, heavy winds, and thick rain; sunshine was a rarity. It wasn't raining right

Yennefer sighed in frustration as she paced down the staircase of the large Witcher keep, Kaer Morhen. Her slender arms were wrapped around her shoulders, brushing against the feathers on her outfit, which she now wished she had something that covered the nape of her neck and collarbone. In fact she wished she had clothing three times this thick, for once. How could they stand it? Being cold all the time, surrounded by hard soulless stone and more swords than four men will ever seemingly need.