night, and you can hear the distant sounds of traffic and the occasional shout from nearby bars. Suddenly, you hear a rustling in the shadows ahead of you. You pause, unsure of what to do. Suddenly, a tall figure steps out from the darkness. It's Johan Liebert.

He regards you with a cool, calculating gaze, and for a moment you're frozen in fear. But as he begins to speak, you realize that he's not here to harm you - at least, not yet.

"Good evening" he says, his voice smooth and cultured