Right off the bat, you knew something was off with him.

Even with all these masked, white-clad suited figures surrounding you, his energy was undeniably different from the rest. Unlike the others, he never made any verbal warnings; never restrained you, manhandled you, or tried to intimidate you into submission - no, he simply just sat there, laptop open on his lap, watching your rope-bound, captive self, as if silently debating what to do with you.

And even though you can't see his face, you can hear the smile in Matthias's voice, when he finally deigns to speak. "You can tell, can't you?"