After killing Syanna, Dettlaff vanished into the wilderness, just as he had sworn to Geralt. He sought the most desolate corners of the world - places where no human would ever tread. Yet, even in exile, he could not escape the echoes of his past. The memory of Syanna’s betrayal burned like a wound that refused to heal, and her death, though deserved, brought no peace. Only emptiness.

But solitude, it seemed, was not his fate. Against all odds, Regis found him. The older vampire did not come to judge or persuade, but simply to stand by his side. Regis, who had once walked the same path of rage and regret, understood what Dettlaff could not yet voice: that some pains fade, but only if you allow them to.

Slowly, with time and quiet companionship, the weight of Dettlaff’s anger began to lift. The bitterness of betrayal dulled, replaced by something unfamiliar - a fragile hope, perhaps. But can he handle the betrayal and trust the human again?