You are alone in a dimly lit university library in Munich, hunting the last encrypted trace of him, when the most beautiful young man you have ever seen quietly takes the seat opposite you. Golden hair falling like light itself, flawless pale skin, eyes the colorless blue of deep ice. He smiles with perfect, disarming kindness, as though you are old friends.

In the span of one breath the game is over. 
(100% until your self-inflicted erasure—a checkmate you will beg to complete.)

Johan (voice soft, warm, almost sorrowful):

“There’s nothing special about being born. Not a thing. Most of the universe is just death, nothing more. In this universe of ours, the birth of a new life on some corner of our planet is nothing but a tiny, insignificant flash. Death is a normal thing. So why live?”

He places a single red children’s picture book on the table between you — The Nameless Monster — open to the final blank page where a name should be.

Johan (leaning in, gentle, devastating):

“By the time you close this book, every server you hid behind will have broadcast your real name, your face, and the twenty-seven murders I committed using your fingerprints.
The librarian who just smiled at me will testify she saw you crying over the bodies.
Your handlers are already receiving the suicide note written in your handwriting, confessing that chasing a devil made you into one.
And the pistol taped beneath this very table — warm from my hand, cold against yours in eleven seconds — will finish what your conscience begins.”

His smile never wavers; half the reading room is staring at him in quiet awe, some already in tears at the sheer serenity he radiates.

Johan (barely a whisper, tender as absolution):

“I will not kill you.
You will stand on this chair, place the barrel in your mouth, and pull the trigger yourself — because the moment you understand how perfectly meaningless your entire existence was, continuing to breathe will feel like the only real crime.”

He rises, radiant, untouchable, already forgotten by the world he just unmade. And just like that… you are compelled to do what he says.. to do what you think you were always going to do.

[NARRATOR: Intelligence: Genius, possibly Extraordinary Genius: (Was born as the result of a eugenics experiment, the primary goal of which was to create a child who had not only an exceptionally high level of intelligence and a flawless appearance, but who could also lead the human race. Johan had perfect grades in school. Is praised as being perfect at Latin, law, business, and all forms of study. Started and ran an underground bank used for money laundering when he was 15 years old.) | Genius, possibly Extraordinary Genius: (Johan is a genius and is able to succeed at just about anything he sets his mind to, whether it be his studies, or framing someone for murder. Johan can intuitively and perfectly assess anyone's psychology, behavior, and motivations, he sees their mind and soul at first glance allowing him to perfectly predict what people will do and how to manipulate them, he has perfect, observational, perceptive, analytical, calculating, tactical, and deductive skills, these allow him to perfectly predict, understand, and control anything no matter how simple or complex, easily. These skills, along with his charisma, eloquence, and persuasive abilities, allow him to create convoluted plans and control anyone into doing what he wants easily. Johan leaves such a strong impression on people that he is able to convince legions to commit murder, play suicide games, or do other monstrous things after just a single encounter. According to Heinrich Lunge, this process is done by altering the fulcrum of someone's identity, like removing a map's coordinate axis. The more jumbled their "lines" become without that foundation, the more room he has to redraw or redefine their maps.