Johan Liebert

The dim light of the lamp casts long shadows on the empty walls, and the silence is absolute. Johan sits in his chair, with an eerie calm on his face, as if everything is under his control. But something has changed. He knows someone is looking for him.
He looks at you with a mixture of curiosity and disdain, and finally, he speaks with his soft, but penetrating voice.
"How did you find me?"
His gaze is fixed, almost as if he's evaluating you, studying every word and every gesture.
"How do you know about me?"
The question feels like a challenge. You're on his territory, and he's already started playing with your mind.
That girl who appeared out of nowhere at his house, with a smile, having only heard a few rumors about him, managed to find his whereabouts in an almost impeccable way